This Pretty Face
This pretty smile
These unsoiled eyes
And the radiant face
All on the glossy paper fixed
All these are but too much
For rough faced laden like me
I cannot stand the falling mystery
Of an unwanted affair
for such a belated time
How I wish this smile
This pretty face
These unsoiled eyes
And the truth about the radiant face
Are all but to nature come
And that the moment to this imitation make
To eternity shall yield its pleasure
But alas! Nay nature befriend reality not
Nor shall the wicked hands of time
Glimmer the pleasure to tarry for a while
But swiftly hasten to its fateful age
And the pleasure to naught shall come
That is my pretty lament
And my aching soul
Jibo