My Deceitful Flower. Poem by Bundala Kiyungi Fontespeare

A warmly tense,
Warmly embrace of love,
Intact mine and wholeness I have,
Landing to her my graceful leaf clover.
But unthrifty and foe
Foe of my feelings and faith,
Deceitful flower of my loyalty,
Detection arose, so she's boe.

Then how?
How my broken heart will bounce?
No way for this, It is past possibly now,
Then give in, and waiting for trounce,
Like lowly manger-born insect,
Ready for fair and any else effect.