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.
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.
Soon and soon sweeps away,
Left behind is empty ugliness,
Claded in stark nakedness,
Please never call me a lover!!
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