Homework-Feelings

Never look upon me, as a plaything, or only for the pleasure I may bring. A mistress may not deny her station, a wife is the one who wears the ring, Grant to you, I’m not just recreation, to me, it is love’s sweet song we sing. You called me vital and so vibrant… Do you see me now as less? You seem colder… You seem so distant. I’m but a mistress in distress. There’s the feeling, that I’m nothing, I lay waiting for a telephone to ring. For now mistress, seems a sorry title, a wife is the one who wears the ring, I’m still vibrant and I still feel vital, to me, it is love’s sweet song we sing. You called me vital and so vibrant… Do you see me now as less? You seem colder… You seem so distant. I’m but a mistress in distress. Tell me, Oh please, tell me… am I nothing, but a mistress in distress?