the way to my heart

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    the way to my heart

    I can’t be bought with chocolate or flowers,

    I can’t be wooed with money or powers.

    I can’t be controlled by a needy man,

    I can’t be inferior that’s not God’s plan.

     

    The way to my heart is ruff and ragged,

    The path is narrow, steep and jagged.

    I will not be caught settling for less,

    Then fancy cars and a diamond dress.

    I will not conform to that old fable,

    That women are only house work able.

     

    I do not cook, I admit,

     But that doesn’t mean I am not equip

    Measure me! Do you find me wanting?

    I have God and that is something.

     

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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