You did so well when you discouraged me
Not quite so well that I was not intrigued
But well enough I knew it could not be
That you liked me. Although my thoughts were leagued
With strong desires, they could not achieve
The sweet fruition of believing you
Were interested; I could not conceive
That, though I wanted it, it could be true,
And that is to your credit. I must say
You almost left me wondering sometimes
If there could be a chance some other day
For stolen kisses and excited rhymes;
But when your attitude was well-inspected
I found myself quite pleasantly rejected.
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