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.