"My words are nearly always an offense.
I don't know how to speak of anything
So as to please you. But I might be taught
I should suppose. I can't say I see how.
A man must partly give up being a man
With women-folk."
But being a man of words he did not want to waste words and left in silence and left Robert Frost in peace. A love-smitten-young-man with mesmerizing eyes. Who knows that words can hurt more than the gnawing of a love bug.
I seek forgiveness my Lord. Thou art my firth.
I don't know how to speak of anything
So as to please you. But I might be taught
I should suppose. I can't say I see how.
A man must partly give up being a man
With women-folk."
But being a man of words he did not want to waste words and left in silence and left Robert Frost in peace. A love-smitten-young-man with mesmerizing eyes. Who knows that words can hurt more than the gnawing of a love bug.
I seek forgiveness my Lord. Thou art my firth.
