regrets

What thoughts did cross my child mind,
So young and free and undefined;
Dreams of love, of wedded bliss,
No visions of a withheld kiss.

Then, should I blame the younger me,
My ugly fate, who could foresee?
My ears had yet to be so stung
By his cruel and venomous tongue.

He tore me down, my spirit he robbed.
I hid my pain, in my pillow I sobbed.
I did fight back, you can be sure
But an angry life I could not endure.
Wearily, I at last gave in.
Why should I fight if I could not win?

But, why, you say, did she not leave?
My God, for love, I strove to please;
And too, my pride kept me at bay
From breaking promises made that day.
But now for wisdom, my God I plead;
Please show me where my path doth lead.