Let The Devil Take Her Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Heaven knows why she has been so dull, pale and wane?
Love at dull will have no gain
Even when she were looking well, beguiling swell
In her voice there was no sound of love bell


And when looking ail our love never did prevail
She is so cold, so dull and mute, sad and so un soothing
Good will, when speaking well and wisely cannotwin her,
While my heart jump in my chest with no comfort or cooling



Shame! this will not go anywhere or do any move,
None of my efforts can take her
If of herself she will not love; this I can prove
Nothing can make her; then let the Devil take her!

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