Gazelle

Graceful as a gazelle.
Tall and slim.
He knows well
That she is not for him.

Perhaps a man ought
Not to sin in thought
When he knows well
That a gazelle
Is not for him.
But what harm
To dream of the charm
Of a gazelle?
For all our lust
Must end in dust
And life is too short
To concern oneself with ought.

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