My dear Stacy
My hidden feeling hurts me strongly.
Perhaps, I'm noif and simple-hearted.
I've understood your answer wrongly.
As a result, two fools have parted.
I'm very sorry, dear Stacy.
I didn't want you be unhappy.
Your little dress was black and lacy.
My drunky soul was dead and crappy.
You told me not to trust the women.
I answered: "Sure, I will never!".
But lonely heart, that you were given,
Will be in flaming pain forever.
N. E.
