The Girl Is Done :Petrarchan Style
I make no promises
of my graceful presence to you
I could lie, but how few
could I shake off these dismisses
Making time, so hard, confuse
your frozen heart in time
Like a mountain I must climb
Wondering, oh what to do?
Ringing you back, first option
then waning the dusk away
now I haven’t a clue
I probably stare at shun
and had things still to say,
This girl is done, that will do!
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