There once lived a lad who was deeply in love with a girl, but disliked by the girl”s father, who didn”t want to see any further development of their love. The lad was eager to write to the girl, yet he was quite sure that the father would read it first. So he wrote such a letter to the girl:
My love for you I once expressed
no longer lasts, instead, my distaste for you
is growing with each passing day. Next time I see you,
I even won”t like that look yours.
I”ll do nothing but
look away from you. You can never expect I”ll
marry you. The last chat we had
was so dull and dry that you shouldn”
