Sonnet Vii - Poem by Abdullah Rihawi
How pitiful guys whose smiles were spread;
And how foolish lads, those abjectly besought
Such jilts and knew they fairly would be misled;
Yet, blindly they risk'd and gained naught.
And how silly hearts, those are steadily still
Fond of one whose heart will reject some day
Such slow fools and wish them all ill;
Yet, ahead do they go despite the wrong way.
And how poor those who long to fall in love
With such a lass whose wont won't please, I think,
For the ugly raven is not a fair dove,
Yet, stupidly they woo to win a fake wink.
Lo! how tricky and sly those cunning women are
And how pathetic those men have been thus far! !
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