It Was Simple Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

she let to con oneself, as waters
which you can drawing, with small mug.
it wasn't necessary long it wait.

I forecast every movement,
even in my direction,
it is funny, she doesn't know

how I am able to laugh.
mistakes cost,
are like mystifications

the boy or the girl,
and the age is of no consequence
can be 34...28,

or 60...70 and is also
significant but not
for everyone

she let be
conned
and tasteless water.