A flame haired woman sought to rest
upon a velvet chair
and even though she tried her best,
in truth, she was aware
she couldn’t stay awake to wait,
to meet a suitor at the gate.
She couldn’t stay.
She couldn’t stay
awake because the day was late.
A flame haired woman sought to rest,
despite her pledge to see
a shy young man, at his request,
as soon as she was free.
With all the work at last complete,
she wished to ease her weary feet.
With all the work;
with all the work,
required to keep her cottage neat.
A flame haired woman sought to rest
until she heard a sound;
the steps of her approaching guest
resounding on the ground.
She quickly rose and ran to him
upon a swift excited whim.
She quickly rose;
she quickly rose
to meet him as the light grew dim.