The Haughty Heart of Hearts
Date: Sunday, 6th October 2013 @ 11:49:13 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: putri-afa
The greenish brown top,
And the sable long breeches
The trim dark bob,
And the pure tanned radiance
Was it the airs making me hop?
What was it calling me to yawp?
That was the look
Somebody like me finally shook
What a fine young man
Could be from conscientious clan
That’s what I deem when I scan
Sharp shard dwelling in his wits,
With a nice burning spirits
That’s what I judge when I see him flits
Then what?
Should I shout?
Professing like an idiot?
People,
Really I ain’t being smitten
Say he brings me to heaven
But for passion,
none will be given
as the gent takes no action
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