She Went On Because There Was No

She Seemed Fragile Like A Moonflower – Destined To Bloom For A Single Lovely Night, And Then To Fade And Fall.

This Had Been Real: Real In Its Flaws And Uncertainties, Real In Its Small Triumphs, Real In Its Compromises And Understanding.

Why Should I Be Polished And Improved Like Goods For Sale? I Might Not Even Want To Marry! And Besides, I Have Many Skills. I Can Read And Write And Play The Flute And Harp. Why Should I Change To Please Some Man? If He Doesn’t Like Me The Way I Am, Then He Can Get Some Other Girl For His Wife.

Nothing Comes Without A Price.

The Warmth Of His Embrace Soaked Into Me, A Powerful Charm Against The Dark Things.