I can't believe, in a heart so beauteous,
delight springs to give me a stern warning
and lives an immigrant Virus disastrous
to keep me in alarm, and for peace yearning.
She is the Lord of her sensuous heart and mind,
insightful, dexterous, commanding and quick!
Are these features to harm men so kind
and keep them sick and their minds to prick?
Her conscience winks at when she walks across
to win her desires unbefitting.
She isn't shameful to commit crimes so gross
and give deadly shocks to make me numbing.
A dissembler shuns friendship with womenfolk so fair
to make herself look better and evince in men more care.
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