If in my life, my love I question—
And question I my love right now—
Then let the providence of my true thoughts reprove.  
It is the after-*** feelings of a man—different from a woman—
That makes our love so hard to find, to prove, prevail,
And express presently.

No commitment--we want no feelings felt--
But it is with the tides; our rational dissolves our masculinity,
And the words from lips that be love, itself a symbol,
And the coveted presence of such beauty too.
I lie; I lied for I love and I should ne’er reprove.