The Scarf of Pride
‘Twas spun with love on wheel of wood
With threads of trust and womanhood
A scarf of pride I must confess
The crimson scarf I still possess
I wandered off the beaten path
Returning home to reap his wrath
Enchantment lost in his princess
The crimson scarf I still possess
I turned my head in forest dark
Another woman made her mark
Yet I should never love him less
The crimson scarf I still possess
The passionate poetic bride
Still has the crimson scarf of pride
Although my heart is in distress
The crimson scarf I still possess










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