The scorned heart shies from love and care
Scattered by too lustful a lip and hand
Learns to take the menial wear and tear
With bold eyes, brass knuckles, and diamond stand.
How does the muscle learn once more to exercise and share?
When does it remember how not to feel ******?
With swift fingers and wet lips love soon loses its flair.
Quickly flows the fire, and unplanned
Swift is its destruction and biting is its snare
How lonely are they that fall prey to its tumultuous sand!
Little frightened defenses crop up to eat their share
Strangling any flowers and sweetness that lay unmanned --
Nothing protects the gentle heart from this discourse,
Men oft take what they desire ungently, and with force.