Incompatibility
By Candace Shultz
Her deeply-rooted dislike of man
Did not vary for an instant.
When he should have hope
He had doubt and anxiety.
Colour rose into her cheeks,
And she said,
If I could feel, but I cannot.
I am sorry.
His eyes fixed on her face,
His complexion pale with anger,
The disturbance of his mind visible.
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