Tip toed tip toed the terrifying trial trotted
Lurking, hiding behind the wall that dotted,
Piercing within the heart that heard
Surely vice is involved, she pondered.
She serenaded, sad, shy she said,
“Dashing, fascinating skip the heart that laid,
Blessed is the lass that stays unabashed
And despondence remains a seldom guest.”
Meek melancholy marks mild maiden
Who doth hath frail faith on heaven;
“Sly yet poised like a ravishing raven,
Tramping, trodding came that'd never forgiven”.
