No Man is worth a Lady's tears; perhaps, at best... a tiny sigh;
her tears... too precious to be wasted on some hurt, cast thoughtlessly.
For... in truth the Man who is... will never make the Lady cry;
but rare indeed is such a Man... gifted with such empathy.

No Man should take a Lady's trust... her gift, most precious, to bestow,
and bend it to some selfish whim; or worse... such trust, to then betray.
For, without trust, then love is but, a sham... devoid of warmth, and glow,
and, soon enough, will flicker, and will turn to ashes... cold and grey.

No Man should take a Lady's heart, unless he freely gives his own
to her, in its completeness... with no hidden corner tucked away,
where some other heart might dwell; some secret love... to her not known.
Her Broken heart will never fully mend... though he might think it may.

So, Fickle Man... look in the mirror... upon you, does the shadow fall?
For, if you would deceive the Lady... then, you do betray us all.