Art Thou so charmingly Easy-Going Miss
Or am I ruthlessly mistaken?
For Thou to be less Plain,
Simpler... is not some Wicked Will of Jest.
Bereft of sympathy, bereft of any clue
Oh whatta Misery!
There is such kind of aptly Passionate Woman
who manages herself
as Ardent Adept covert by Night in NETWORK of SHADOW
The Cloak she wears
is veiled by Web of SPYDER
I wish I could leave all I had
Behind the memory of Rendez vous with her.
She doesn't need my Petty Evaluation
for her My Love is just another pshik.
And all what she desires is Mint of something more than Gold
How cruel!
To demand some Bag of Coins
from Man who doesn't know the sweetness of Lady's Arms.
Never been embraced by Lover
Never been rewarded by Kiss.
