You saw me on that moonless night.
Loitering and idling out of sight.
You saw me hunched in misery,
Clad in street-walkers' livery.
The moment I laid my eyes on you,
I saw a light, a hope so true,
Something which was shattered since
The day I entered the world of sins.
For want of food, I sold my body;
Bread exchanged with dignity.
A mug of ale for one night's work,
While rent was paid by bedding jerks.
You know what I've done, so why do you care?
I'm broken, undone–a deflowered mare.
I don't even own some decent clothing;
All I have are rags for showing.
You always utter, "I love you."
Is there such a love so true?
Would you love this rotten mare,
And stay with her as a wedded pair?
