Sweet Lament Date Written 5/11/07 Poem by Clare McWilliams

He said he was in love,
I knew it was a lie.
He hadn't thought it through
Long enough, in my eye.

I wasn't saying never,
But I wasn't screaming Yes.
A love it needs to grow,
Not succumb to ones' behest.

The universe conspired
To make me see he was the one.
But a Bull cannot be hurried,
Baby, sweetie, honey, hun.

A simple 'I'm not ready',
At inopportune moment
Caused him to show in writing
A spurned lovers' Sweet Lament.