The girl is furious,
Feeling no more curious.
About naughty cute boy,
Who did with her ploy.
To whom will she say?
Silent in dismay.
She wants to be free,
From the emotional spree.
She doesn't want gloom,
So smile must bloom.
Moon is just rising,
Night is surprising.
She feels pain in chest,
Where love makes its nest.
Is it pain or gaiety?
Smiles in coyness her beauty.