Somebody, tell me, gets love how?
I wonder if it is his halo’s bow

I’d lay my eyes on her way
Seeing her coming I was gay

I’d smile but she would not
Finding her, oft, near I was hot

Whenever I thought, would have her must
Her face, ice cold, gave me only disgust

How to court the circe? I wondered hard
One my chum said, “For her be a bard”.

True, I’m not so charming in my face
Can’t beat the fops in their crazy race

Somebody, tell me, gets love how?
I wonder if it is his halo’s bow