This boy's in love,
O, woe is me this boy's in love,
I can feel it,
The rising damp rotting my heart,
I cannot drown this fear,
I cannot stop it,
He has been for many years,
Indeed I cannot stop it now,
How can it be that he loves her?
After all this time.
His love has withstood endless women,
and now he makes love to her though me.
This boy's in love,
Seizing any opportunity to elucidate her perfections,
Emphasizing my downfalls and her strengths,
Praising the Spanish blood pulsing through her veins,
Her unparalleled beauty a constant reminder,
Of how I will never surmount to anything as desirable.
This boy's in love,
Despite his words to me,
The love beneath his heart is not for me.
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