Stubborn

Recalcitrant women, I wonder,
are they good for anything?
They argue ev'ry time you turn
and always try to break your wing.

Long have I wondered if I could
be rid of them for which I should
be happiest of all things
without the blood of botherings.

Yet then I learned, that such is so,
a stubborn woman has far to go,
yet perhaps far is what they've gone,
and maybe farther 'til they're done.

For every one, she has a story,
one that withers and turns hearts blue--
and from their experiences, they will find
the insight to be kind to you.

For one I found, who found the time
to meet my sorrow, halfway behind,
and lead my heart back to the time
in which I long desired to bind.

For she understands what I've gone through,
and maybe 'cause she's been there too,
but wether that, or something else,
she proved that she can be naught else
                but a friend in whom I can place my trust.

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