‘Never will I ever
Allow myself to be
So dimwitted and unclever
As to love someone but me!’
This I did repeat,
Each and every time I’ve hurt.
Relieving words to speak,
But daft to think; absurd.
Going through my new routine,
Buried in my bitter woes,
I recall this face that I had seen,
That called me to come close.
My disillusion shattered
When I saw her and felt that
Just one gaze then mattered:
The Girl with the Green Hat.
The feeling did not last,
Bitter once more after then.
But if she made my heart beat fast,
Maybe I can love again.
