— Well, maybe it didn't turn out to be a Valentine—
but it's introspective -heartbroken lady, sitting on a unique piece of furniture—
tells me about 'how much she hoped her lips would attract the man in her heart,
but she's now found 'that hasn't happened, and she's wounded.
The shirt— she chose to wear, and the stockings
again tell, how much she tried to please him, only to find herself
still— in the 'friend" catagory.
eh, not that I personally ever left 'throngs of ladies -broken hearted, and staring into mirrors with tear-stained faces... ——— Hey— I like it !
You create what you experience. Thats why had 'I rendered that same lady you'd see she'd have her arms crossed, eyebrows 'narrowed and down 'looking down her nose, with feet close together —
saying — " hey you 'get away -you old Coot..."