I have no heart for this burden,
This beautiful burden called love,
Perhaps i have never loved,
Not even on a saturday night,
Yet bevy of babes abound.
I have no softness,
That can easily fall,
To the appeal of gentle smile,
For beneath the brim of a smile,
Lie the shadows of falsehood.
I am too blind as a bat,
To bother with a beautiful butterfly,
True the sharp claws of beauty,
Can tear a loveful soul apart,
But not my soul, not my own.
This cloak of beauty and love,
Soon and soon sweeps away,
Left behind is empty ugliness,
Claded in stark nakedness,
Please never call me a lover!!
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