He being of this ignorant,
Played folly with his ignorance:
Knowledge of the heart,
Ignorance of his eyes.
He would melt if he could,
For the courage demolished, which he'd strived to build.
Though he'd longed to see her,
But his fear had hawked him thus far.
A bird had longed for a nest,
Worked on it, avoiding pest.
And now the nest is done of task
But it's appearance mute the bird.
Ask
What had happened? Chaffy will tell a tale,
That had his courage paled.
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