Geneva E. Ryals Stuart

Roy

He didn't love me much, but still,
He did what weak men sometimes will.
He wooed and won my love so fair,
For him I really didn't care.
Although no love far me he had
He sympathized knowing I had no dad.

At first he seemed to not be the kind
that really I was inclinde.
He seemed to do what E'r I asked,
And never take things as a task.
On one had I chosen for life,
but I really didn't want to be his wife.

He came to see me ofter enought
and for me life seemed to be mighty tuff.
Down deep in my heart I really knew,
No more the kindly man should do.
So I asked him to come no more
For our courting days were Oe'r.

I went with him because he was lonely
and just to pass the time only.
I couldn't help but pity the man,
for him I'de do the best I can.
As far love I couldn't say,
And he drifted quite away.