Mystery Man
Enticing eyes hide secrets unknown,
Slicing a heart that I no longer own.
Endless talks which are chatter to some,
Upon eager ears are more than welcome.
Neither moon nor sun, neither spring nor rain,
Is fit to compare; each is utterly inane.
My pierced heart that longs for much more,
Shall gladly pine away with this fatal sore.
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