Your visage sports mirthfulness
When she enters your space
A touch of heaven on her cheek
I am so abased
Seeking for remedy when she is sick
Demeaning your rank albeit you are fit
My envy for her is getting more wicked
Seeing an omen; for I am now cornered.
I would you would also smirk at me like a schmuck
Like how you smirk at her when she fancies a pack.
When will you descry
The flickering envy in my eyes
The teeming tears of sadness
And madness because of thine naiveness.
I would I could love the "Anything for you" that you always say
I would you knew that I always follow your way
But what color of sport is this that I am still doing?
This only puts me in penury. Alas! I'm in pain!
Preadventure, coward, I have become
I stutter and I choke. The worst is yet to come
Oh God Eros! God of love!
Why is the person that I love is what I can't have?
But fine I will be
With this naught that he always gives me
For I can still taste his gentleman like qualities
Albeit it has no meaning.
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sport - wear
would \'wůd\ - wish (e.g. I would/ wish you would also smirk...)
albeit \al-bē-ət\ - even though
color - kind (e.g. Sport of what color? = Sport of what kind?)
Alas \ə-'las\ - used to express sorrow, etc.
Preadventure (Pre- adventure) - perhaps
