He cries, she laughs,
He begs, she sighs.
He says I love you,
She loves him not.
He gives her a kettle,
She wants a pot.
Where this will lead
Is anyone's guess;
His pain is her happiness.
The love to be his
To have and to hold
His tender heart awaits.
Till then, what pain
He must endure.
For when love comes
Who can be sure.
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