You fleet - footed doe
A fleeting smile you show.
Before I wink my eyes
You slip away in flight.
I'm nota conman to cheat
and snatch away your chains!
When stags fall in a line
To take my gleaming shine
I do penance seeking a place
In thy heart amazing
With pun and fun in words and acts
When I hang about to get your number
You run and shun my looks.
BeforeI settle down in thy heart
My hairs will be turning white.
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