What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive
She is the best of her trade, the queen of thieves,
Who steals not gold but the hearts of men she misleads.
First she earned their trust, then she made them believe,
But the way she toyed, trampled, and teased,
It‘s no wonder that no male would choose to forgive,
but their pardon is something she does not need.
She is content with her life of promiscuous mischief,
Then he came, seemingly impregnable, the ideal candidate of intrigue,
Finally a game that she played with gritted teeth.
As she weaved, she felt unprecedented emotions: he made her complete,
So the queen quit her games, embraced her feelings, and laid her heart out to gift.
But by cruel destiny or ill fate, out of her life, he did leave.
She was the best of her trade, the queen of thieves,
Who stole not gold the hearts of men she misleads.
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