Z For Zany

Why does a woman change her moods?

That a man may have no thought but hers;

When man has silent, unknown dreams,

Oh, how it troubles her with fears:

Her words, what jealous fear they prove-

'A penny for your thoughts, my love.'

When I would think, she laughs and talks,

That I shall know a woman's there;

She stops my hand, when it would write:

I took her for my staff, but swear-

By every devil and every god-

This woman's love is now my rod!