Curious came and went ,
for curious could never stay long ,
for by the morning she was gone .!

No bows or arrows with their jagged edge ,
could piece the heart of this winsome ***** .
No quick harpsichordal  melodies of love ,
will ever well  up or spring from her heart for thine .
For she  smiled like the beaming first rays of a summers day ,
yet  in a few hours  she had gone away just as the pappi disappears before the sun on a hot summers day .

So shy but anaware of her beauty that once led her there ,
So delicate like the pappi of a dandelion ,
flying away in mid air ,
“ forget me not .
Forget me “ as she walked away .

Far far she went ,
faraway she walked away from me ,
how could i forget ?
But  that’s what I did .

That’s why when she whispered her last Papu  away ,
I still can’t remember to this day.