This
very question does knock my little heart,
Does
in heaven suffer as here on earth?
If
were I only Almighty’s son!
I
can all things on earth own.
Alas!
My heart’s bleeding, it’s wounded
Not
by weapon nor sword but poisoned,
It’s
the smile that I gained from her
That
flew as light as a feather.
But,
to you my men I tell
There’s
no pride how they smile well,
It’s
only Womens’ smile and sea tides
That
one shouldn’t trust, as soon they fades.