First (from Oct. 20, 2017)

Sophistication’s not for me,

Would stifle my naivete.

I simply love my woman, see,

Who’s not a high complexity.

If none but me likes her sweet eyes,

The knowing world is not so wise.

If only I know her deep soul,

Sophisticates are half a whole.

If I naively love her true,

Naivete does gold pursue.

Not rich am I in worldly lore,

But I stand first before her door.

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