Thus, it was not the biology
So let me discuss,
If yet mistaken, I beg for humble apology;
She was a pure virgin
And she never crossed the margin.


She never traded that
She just played me like a rat,
She was the cute charming cat
And I was put up to a fake hat.


She drove me crazy
Such was the prodigy,
She never taught me the truth
So I never found out its root.


When she unveiled her true color
I found myself as the lost gambler;
Indeed she was the real game
And I was the player only by name.


She never gave me her heart
She was too damn smart
She remained a pure virgin in the dealings,
She never exposed her true feelings.


Shibly Rahman (Timir)