Why

[elgaazus]

Nature is accustomed to being fair
Providing every effort with its befitting share
Could it then be neglectful of a love affair
Where then is the fairness its known to bare

My heart is stolen, is nature there
Or was it my fault that i even cared
She was so sweet i couldn't dare
Call her a thief but it was clear

My one amazement lies only here
She has my heart, why shouldn't i hers
This are my cries, hope nature hears
For as much as i try, couldnt forget her