My friend Sad Tale Guide,
Thought himself a runner, but had no ride,
He in his gambling had always the deal,
Riana, his would be mistress collected the seal.
Once when the amount was supposing,
Riana with her minion flew away, keeping nothing.
Deep Faith in Love,
From innocent calf,
Got a thrilling shock,
As if a cotton turned to rock.
Few years later,
In a cheerless gutter,
While Sad Tale was reading a book,
His friend More Over,
Brought a coffin cover,
Found in the preachment back,
Opening the lid,
The sense they were feed,
A lady half-dead, molested and hack
Sad Tale any how paid the recovery,
Day in and Day out working and worry.
When the Lady was given the discharge,
The Doctor gave her a paper box and a letter -large.
Riana found some bank books and a deed,
And what more, the letter she read.
What he found was a great surprise,
She was given an un -imaginary prize.
“Hello my Love you stolen a part of my money,
Leaving me, else where you sought honey,
But you could not know what you stole,
That caused my suffering, unrest, and roll.
You had taken away all my heart,
Tried I, but could never depart.
Here are my royal legacy, and treasure,
Forgive me, be happy, with those, and my love’ measure”..
What happened to Riana, the poet does not know,
You readers wise, may surmise, how true love turns to foe! ! !
It may be pathos oozing, and pains fountain,
Nothing, nothing, nothing can true love stain.
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