If not for you, I'd not be in this fix--
You came to me, you smiled deep in my eyes.
I knew not then I'd feel grief's hot, sharp pricks;
No, I was coaxed by false love's lures and sighs.
Matthews, Mary W.
Word Ways: Vol. 10
, Article 4.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/wordways/vol10/iss4/4