Impending break on his clueless neck,
That held aloft, amidst dirt and speck,
That head beneath a hat so swank,
As the eyes misted and tears sank,
Rushed him to crave for her priceless ounce,
Only to repeat this shameless bounce!
As he starves for more, mere things of pride,
To his very heart, has he faithfully lied?
For he knows, so do you, the need,
For nothing but love exists, and to heed,
You neither feign nor wear a veil,
But just stand to bask, come storm or hail!
