I looked at her with tender stare,
And I was greeted back with stony glare.
In my hopeful eyes, I searched for more
But she ne'r paid I, nor any man, a tender stare
And so I looked on with tender glare,
And still greeted by stones I cast my fate
As Caesar said "the die is cast," so too was my fate.
For I took a chance, a chance on a stare
But she looked at me with stony glare
And looked away with Pearl eyes
So I ask myself, why even try?
Ah, but a stare, an enslaving tool
That one could wish to be on the opposite side, ridiculed as a fool.
And in my hopeful longing, I found a bitter truth, that she ne'r paid I, nor any man, a tender stare.