The first time thou and I meet,
I find thou very attractive and lusty;
But why thou despise my affection and good deed,
A question of heart too massive, am I ugly?
My sincere fond doesn't allure thee,
A man far from glorious fame;
But why thy vanity still gleam free,
A question of heart unhilarious, am I lame?
It's enough; please leave and take my fond away,
Let my bleak life end so frail and died;
But why still thy vanity insisted for stay,
A question of heart unhailed, why thy heart lied?
[*june,2005*]
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