Feathers at the Fair, and in my lady’s hair!
Tell me, do I dare? I seek her everywhere!
I play the fop that she can mock, I snivel and slither around her,
I trail her skirts, my knees in the dirt,
My heart just doomed to flounder.
Feathers at the Fair, and floating everywhere…
At last, my chance!
Alas, her glance!
Longingly towards another.
Regina de Leon 