The Grace of Impurity

Oh what poor fortune!
To look most beautiful,
When you're feeling least so.

How much sorrow was heaped upon you,
So one might see you pout,
To make that beauty grow?

Breathtaking frown,
When life gets you down,
Cruelty of fate such an elegant blow.

Your eyes drop
When mine fall on yours
Use my newspaper like a door

My eyes drop
When yours fall on mine
Tempted by you every time

Love is a mistress
and lust is a wife
Forever to court me
the bane of my life