Poezja

(after Sir John Suckling)
 
Sometimes love remains but a mystery,
I cannot figure the ways of love out
when I think that she does truly love me,
then she gives me the greatest kind of doubt
but when another girl I want to woo
she simply tries to steal my heart again
and are telling me that her love is true
or she tries to cause me some kind of pain
or let her wet tears on me fall like rain.
 
[Reference:  “Send me back my heart” by Sir John Suckling.]