You are more beautiful to my heart than others <br />under the dim street lights. <br />I know that I cannot expect love, <br />anyhow, we can have a friendly chat <br />to avoid this lonely night. <br />nobody can blame you ever <br />you too must buy bread and butter. <br />I always have a sympathy of yourself <br />because I know that our ancestral sister <br />Mary Magdalene, her bygone days <br />How she was suffered.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-name-is-woman-something/
