A pain recalled can never be retold
My heart did wrench for her on that dim street
The deep effect I felt bestirred ten fold
Yet I recall indeed her tone so sweet
She acted lonely and was near age ten
Like gentle rain her tears deluged my mind
A maiden’s plaintive crying heard by men
Produces eyes of blood and anger blind
I heard her sad denial when she walked
It tore at me as I was struck and dumbed
I nearly wept at her soft mewling talk
To her heroic spirit I succumbed
“It was not me” she sobbed without remorse
At this my nature heaved a primal force