Oh how pity of thee, who kiss’d by affliction,
And betray’d by him who sweet in smile;
Thou trust thine heart in his affection,
Yet, unaware by his handsome vile.
No used spills a tear for him,
Who marks the solemn vow to break;
While another soul waits to light thy heart that dims;
A mission to bestow an amorous boon unfake.
Why thou still love him,
Despite all the torment he has done;
While another soul waits to treat thou like nymph,
Wishing thou to taste an elegance banquet of blissfulness foregone.
