Ah, the curse Of emotions! One instance Means feeling This way; The next moment Proves feeling The other way. Ah, my love, How can you be So fickle, Anyway?
Ah, foolish girl! Not everyone Who professes To love you, Shall be willing To answer When you call. Most will insist That they do; But they'll be hiding When you need it The most. One little storm And you'll know Who even dares To open their door.