There she goes, right past his eyes:
sugar, spice and everything nice.
A wink, a smile, his heart's aflutter.
Her single touch, he melts like butter.
And so he'll hope and so he'll pray,
that she will grant his wish today.
But in his mind he'll know, he'll know,
all she'll ever say is, 'No.'
Heart broken in his torment,
his anguish building with each moment,
he finally breaks down in his tears,
a realisation of all his fears,
where nothing he has felt was ever true.
Thus a broken man was left to rue,
that all her flirtings and all her teasings,
were nothing more than a lady's playings.
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