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Jessie Pope - Love`s Sacrifice
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When I asked my dear Edwin to shave 
I`d never a thought of denial; 
He`d been such an absolute slave, 
I put his devotion on trial. 
But his eye threw a sinister dart, 
His features grew dogged and grave ; 
Still I hardly expected to part 
When I asked him to shave. 

He refused, and seemed eager to jest, 
Till he saw my determined expression. 
A moustache, he said, suited him best, 
And helped in his budding profession. 
" What! Like yours" I replied with a sneer. 
He smiled when my temper grew hot, 
And when I indulged in a tear 
He said, " Certainly not." 

`Twas enough, and I said what I felt, 
Indignant and adamant-hearted, 
On some of his drawbacks I dwelt 
He took up his hat and departed. 
I waited and waited in vain. 
Disconsolate, haggard and white, 
I wrestled each day with my pain 
Till Saturday night. 

Then I wrote and confessed I was wrong, 
My hand with emotion was shaking, 
I prayed him to come before long 
To the heart that was his and was breaking. 
Three terrible hours did I wait ; 
He came and my reason was saved. 
Then I saw what had made him so late 
My Edwin had shaved.
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