I knew she was the one
Whose strands of raven hair
Got entangled in your shirt button.
And the redolance of her perfume
Still rested on your shirt.
Tonight you would be the same sinner
Carrying out the crime on me.
Oblivious of my knowledge about your betrayal.
The next morn
She would smell my perfume on you
And get dubious.
Your dark love would be exposed...
P