An introduction

There ain't no light yet it was bright
And clear that she was in fright,
Of the fears, reasonably born;

And the might in her sight
Proved that she was right,
For the place, desolate, none to adorn;

In the light, of her plight
I tried to know last night,
Why the grace of her face is gone.

She was quite, her lips tight,
In plain she reached height,
So as to wait, very late, she had sworn;

I consoled, got nothing told
Were her pangs, erect and bold,
I felt amazed, disgraced by such scorn;

It was nice, trying to be wise,
And know things a fore demise,
Bear the pain, when smile being worn.