DOM VICTOR'S TALES

Words don't come to such a man.
There he sits devoid of plans.
For he knows of wells so deep.
In his heart they tend to creep.
All his tricks are but unsung.
Does he know, it's just begun?

For his heart is but so sweet,
Thirsty for the other treat.
Risking it he goes ahead,
Darker paths he tends to tread.
But he knows not what is true.
He belonged the greater few.

Words don't come to such a man.
Sodden heart with hideous plans.
For he sits in wells so deep.
In their hearts he tends to creep.
All his tricks are but so known.
In the dark he sits alone.

But is heart is - Oh! so sweet.
In the soft it will succeed.
On the peak of stints so low
Seeds so true he'll always sow.
If in love you look to fall...
Meet the man and know it all!