Oh I wish you'd be
more clear
Like blue fountains
in O'Leer.
Or the water by a
pier
Or a diamond held so
dear.
Oh if you were then
I would cheer.
But you're not.
As a female I am
cunning,
And almost always am
I stunning,
But it's painful to
be running,
From what seems a
future shunning.
With your words
you're always punning.
And I'm not
If you'd just say
what you think,
Because now we're at
the brink,
Of a never ending
sink,
Where I'll fall with
a "plink".
My heart will slowly
shrink
But you'll be fine.
So if you'd only
just be caring,
Then I'd know about
our pairing--
If it's true or only
daring,
If I am in fact impairing,
A heart that I am
sharing.
But hurry up.
Your ambiguity
appalls me
You don't know what
I see,
My relationship with
thee
Is that like
leftover leaves of tea
Only seers can
predict what are we.
And they won't.
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