Teardrops--inconspicuous; But, streaming down her soul. A nectarine smile, playing On her lips, at present; Yet, her eyes, eternally sad. Her voice, perpetually apologetic; Sounding like, anything she says, Is a repugnant impiety. She carries herself, contritely; As if, her very presence Is an ignoble blasphemy. How can such a young woman, Be in constant agony? It's like, the gods Loved her, too much; That they accorded her, The largest cross to bear. #agony #her #yqbaba
