For This Lovestruck Lass
For this lovestruck lass, I concite my sentiments out
To open her eyes, and to let her grow out of bout
Because below is undetermined that she does not want to read
And for some, my dears, might give some veritable heed
That you are far too young and meek to know how
To say these prodigious thoughts and vaunting vows
Dauntless you act, yet you dissemble your gists
And away you cast your realism for these hallucinating wisps
To know much more than enough of a man is queasy
And your unending superbia feels quite deprecatory
Your agonistical reasoning keeps your life at bay
Never astatic, never receiving luck in your pent-up haze
To know less than anyone is stringently speaking
That you have more to acquire and perceive more in living
Lest you would tumble out of cloud nine or deliberate
What to conduct for yourself to revel in and emancipate
To act like a libeler gains so much gibberish in return
Reenacting jealousy from such and to offer and subvert
To try and woo anybody for your ego's diuturnity
And consider this man as your Love's virtuous magnality
My lass, for your sake, nimble your mind and strengthen your soul
For my provokes and prongy wrangles may dishearten your resolve
But reminisce this, my significant delivery amongst them all
Is that you are never too late to change before you ridicule yourself to fall
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