Hang on, stitching together your page...
Is there anything that might convince…
Clearly I have lost my winsome hold.
Earlier his eyes were warm and gold
now they’ve turned implacable and cold.
Not in light of information.
How are you outspoken
by this dunce?
Please don’t think I’m acting cravenly,
leaving you like this is agony,
but I’ll go for help if I am free.
So you’ll give him what he wants.