Right?
Because other girls catch your fancy
And do you more delight,
Right?
Even if I write this poem for you,
You won't feel I'm special,
Will you?
You haven't always honoured my love so true,
Right?
Because other girls have held your delight,
Right?
And you wouldn't have loved me ever
The way I have and do
That is why I say I love you more.
Sometimes loving you brings on the tears
And all those sordid painful fears
Of nights you've kept me waiting in the cold
And told me I am very remote from gold
And that you'd be better of to lie
Than wean yourself from those girls
Who hold your delight.
May be I shouldn't raise my hopes
And really wash my ass with soap
Because that of course is the advice
That will guide me through life and keep away vice.
I don't think you really understood
When I held your hand and professed my love true,
I really feel you must have me betrayed
Because that is all to me the cards say.
I think I must have gone mad like you said
And I'm sorry I didn't do anything to get you into bed
But my heart does break you know
Thinking of the night you kept me out in the cold
And then told me I'm very remote from gold.
-- love Doel
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