Happiness, a maiden ever shy,
Not averse still in public to cry,
Ask her if she's happy,
Happy she no more be,
No more chased, willingly she comes nigh.
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Reflections | 03.02.06 |
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Willingly she offers her love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Happiness is a maiden shy, thanks for agreeing with me