I set a scene for my heroine to stage her reappearance,
And insisted on doing it ere my short-while absence,
To that she, propelled by her modesty, feigned her reluctance,
That left me high and dry. I left with rage for missing the chance.
She came to the stage only on my return and soothed my glance.
I am back to the game. She threw me not to oblivion.
Love has elasticity;
No need of anxiety
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