Three Ladies
One is old
One paints
One told of her love
for me
They all took something
from me
And gave nothing in
return
The old one took my
calls
And would not listen to
my pain
Telling me that I could
do better
My work did not suit
her
The one that paints
took my art
And returned nothing in
its place
The one that talks of
love
Gave her love and took
all I had to give
Now I have no more
She is gone away to
find another
To tell him about
Her everlasting love
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