A Question Of Heart
At the fist 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 unallured thee,
A man far from the 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’d so frail and died;
But why, still thy vanity insist’d to stay,
A question of heart unhail’d, why thy heart lied?