How so swiftly you barge o' friendly one.
Your phony smile sparks of cordiality,
So as your words do seem better than pity.
Yet I wished, still, an end of your pun.
Your whispers are best when no words uttered.
Your smile's peerless when it's blindly altered.
You visit kindly, when our minds conform,
But leave o' so quickly on tempest storm.
How swiftly you barge o' friendly one,
And depart swifter than the eventide's sun.
If your love is as short-lived as the clock's hand.
Love no one for all will eventually turn to sand.
