But my lover wouldn’t take no for an answer,and the longer he knocked, the more excited I became.I got up to open the door to my lover,sweetly ready to receive him,Desiring and expectantas I turned the door handle.But when I opened the door he was gone.My loved one had tired of waiting and left.And I died inside—oh, I felt so bad!I ran out looking for himBut he was nowhere to be found.I called into the darkness—but no answer.The night watchmen found meas they patrolled the streets of the city.They slapped and beat and bruised me,ripping off my clothes,These watchmen,who were supposed to be guarding the city.