Black Hearted

This poem for the girl who has a pretty white face, rosy lips, eyes her blue but she has has a black heart.


I’ll not, O girl!
Ever forget your pretty face,
And of course my dear,
Won’t I forget your black heart.

I loved to see your smile, but
You giggled on my ruin,
Wrote you an innocent letter,
Perhaps you like those who flatter,
Really now it doesn’t matter,
In my eyes, you had a place,
Why the truth I couldn’t trace
Now you lost all your grace.

You are in flesh made of dirt,
Won’t I forget your black heart.