Be a master to corner

 

He said,

‘I love you, my dear;

I shall wait at your steps;                    

I shall be your doormat;                      

I shall lay my life as your prize.’        

She said,                                             

‘I can’t love you, sorry;’

‘What more do you want?’                 

‘I don’t love slaves.’ said she.                        

Women love only masters

They don’t love pleaders                    

22.11.2004