A Question of Heart [*June, 2005*]

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?

Fantastic Comedy [*June, 13th 05*]

My fair lady! Look how shallow thou are,
And sacrificed thy self for infinite fancies;
But when thy unfulfill’d fantasies fly too far,
Thou are doom’d in everlasting lunacies.

Thou always hope the memories rewind,
But still all the best end’d less;
And when the mercies hard to find,
Thou finally faced the test.

Oh dear, its simply too hard to see,
Thou remain to acts like this;
Who yields for free,
Yet longing for bliss.