Thoughts...

He had such quiet eyes
She did not realize
They were two pools of  lies
Layered with thinnest ice
To her, those quiet eyes
Were breathing desolate sighs
Imploring her to be nice
and to render him paradise

If  Only she'd been wise
and had listened to the advice
never to compromise
with pleasure-seeking guys
She'd be free from 'the hows and whys'

Now here's a bit of advice
be sure that nice really means nice
then you'll never be losing at dice
Though you may lose your heart once or twice


Bibsy Soenharjo