I’m stuck in a fray
It’s me and my “J”
I’m outright confused
For I am not used
To love games all day.
She’s trifling with me
She won’t set me free
She’s kind as a deer
So bright and sincere
My heart’s yet her prey.
She vexes me so
I won’t give in though
If lifetimes would pass
I’ll still love this lass
Till Earth ebbs away!
Blaouza
September 13th 1986
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