My mistress has an ice cold soul
And has me under her control.
Although I love her none the less
Her cruelty brings me much distress.
Her beauty is an attribute
That none who meet her can dispute.
But she has other potent tools
For dominating fawning fools.
I never thought that she was kind
Which strangely, made me more inclined
To seek her favors and romance
Like countless other sycophants.
She never stoops to crass or crude.
Is always quite politely rude.
Yet with unquestionable ease
Can bring opponents to their knees.
With pleasure she dispenses spurn.
My love for her she won't return.
Quite callously my heart she stole.
My mistress has an ice cold soul.
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