Alas! .......

You held a wild flower in your finger tips,
Idly you pressed it to your indifferent tips,
Idly you tore its crimson leaves apart.
Alas! it was my heart.

You held a wine cup in your finger tips,
Llightly you raised it to indifferent lips,
Lightly you drank and flung away the bowl,
Alas! it was my soul.