Oh! My heart cried in torrent of torment.
Why hear a lie?
Should a lovable soul not giggle disgustingly?
Je ne sais quoi, as I think my shadow to be.
I will defy this laughter.

I buried my moment to its dent of rent,
Mute I remained under this Darling, dark deceit.
That besought me more misery.
I had worn this dead laughter.

I wanted to laugh,
I wanted to humour my garment.
Yet, I dined in solitude and sorrow.
Even if side- splitting comes to aid,
My laughter is ugly.

Your sentiment gabbled;
When...