Sickness

How little the desire, rise in the mind,
Has her ever an empire, rules being tuff
to find,
Or, she just didn't want a person like him,
not to lose her fame,
Sickness all that has into her mind, cured
by the shame.
What beauty snatch away her attention,
That she couldn't be able to know thyself,
Trying at the same range to find out a way,
Making the face gloom could she ever
pray?
Pray for what that she can't remove from
her fate,
When she can imagine it's being so late,
Oh! The sickness surprised her, what brings
the pain,
Life seems to be meaningless from the site
of gain.