• One who is sighted,
    Can be hopelessly blind,
    When loves unrequited,
    And there's tricks in the mind.

    When passion's alighted,
    They're destined to find-
    That love's all but spited,
    In a game of this kind.

    To hell they are plighted-
    The contract's been signed,
    With feelings slighted,
    And a heart so resigned-

    To a destiny blighted,
    The hearts been consigned,
    For love unrequited
    And tricks of the mind.