MUDDLE

Once, they striked to

My little heart and

Flattered it, I pondered

I was a fortunate one.

              Unexpectedly, they stole my

Little mirror, I paraded

Fully, so qouth I it

Will be happily last.

Suddenly, changed the

Situation, about to

Crack my little one, I

Hare to accept that. 

Slowly-slowly the crack-

Ling become to hurt in depth.

I muddled why? they

Cracked my happy face and heart.