Why we cant- From the Headmistress

Your words for her- hedmistress Stony heart, unyeilding, unromantic Unemotional, wicked, hard and frigid. All for spurning your gifts, Yor crooning and professions of love You consider your gallantry all in vain For her refusal to step into anothers territory She would want to come but how? Buzzing with this burning question She presents her proposition To consider as a mirage this meeting For each would go on - alone Like your occupied territory She is a tiny xog in a very large wheel The body of Christ. She cannot sanction anything outside that system Where she had had her ays in the sun. So, while clinging unto that sanctuary for saints She bids bye bye to romantic gestures.