All that glisters- - -
When I first saw you, so sorely I fell
Your radiant eyes set my heart ablaze
Upon my soul you weaved your wicked spell
Moulding me under your bewitching gaze
Thus I could not but be your willing slave
Ready to meet your every desire
So deeply did I your attention crave
Your very presence set my soul on fire
Twas when I discovered your diary
That the truth upon me began to dawn
Your angel face masked a fiend fiery
From your control then I had to be gone
A word of warning to all you good men
Beware the wiles of bewitching women
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