I don't have a handle to spin you no song,
I sing you no sorries,
nor pull you along.
I throw you no fancy words,
nor give you my heart.
I sketch no love for you
because loving is no art.
I throw you no diamonds
love last a lone wolf
I care for no bits of you,
the whole is my desire.
If I must give more than simplicity,
this love is not true,
hence t'is not for me.