Dasie

Dasie, Dasie. My fair maiden, green-eyed beauty that eyes match thy own.
Oh, I tried to win thy with genuine smiles straight from my heart, words spoken yet not truly heard by thy ears.
A message, a follow, a friend request all gone unanswered.

Whispers abound of a warm drink and bed for another. Oh, Dasie how my heart cracked to hear of such warmth being shown for another.
My brain screamed she is gone, is not yours and never wanted to be nor shall ever be.
Then comes a block that drives the final nail into my heart.

In frustration, I send a request of friendship to a lady of your acquaintance, maybe to hurt thee as I hurt or to incite jealousy in thee. Yet thee must have a heart in synchronicity with mine own to care about such things.

Oh, Dasie a ten on a scale of ten and I a one if on such a scale at all. How could you have looked down on me as a true contender for thy heart, oh how foolish I have been to contemplate such thoughts of amor, with one such as yourself.

So now I know Dasie’s heart is empty for me I reluctantly set her free from the chains of my heart.
Maybe she will one day find her way back to me, when her young heart grows mature and learns one ugly body with a kind heart is worth a thousand attractive bodies and dear Dasie I will be there waiting, a heart a glow.