me.. overly dramatized..

me-overly dramatized..
the day before i chopped the tresses..





NEVER shall a young woman,
thrown into despair
by those great honey-coloured
ramparts at your ear,
love you for yourself alone
and not your long hair..

but I can get a hair-dye
and set such colour there,
brown, or black, or carrot,
that young women in despair
may love me for myself alone
and not my long hair..

i heard an old religious man
but yesternight declare
that he had found a text to prove
that only God, my dear,
could love you for yourself alone
and not your long hair..

and then i made up my mind
chop chop chop and chop chop
brown, or black, or carrot,
that young women in despair
may not love me for this
but then, ask me if i care..