Once
I loved a girl for the first time,
But
it was nothing but a timed out mime.
Afraid
I was to speak with her,
And
clearly she was not my admirer.
I
thought it not as a childish game,
But
for her it was a matter of shame.
Expressed
in harsh terms, her hatred,
And
left me dead and distressed.
Swans
I sent with apologies in strain,
And
a smile I asked if we meet again.
Last
day at the churchyard we met,
But
she turned her face away and a sting I felt.
When
denied and skimped on with disdain,
We
descern the worth of love with pain.

Every Word Is True...
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