Love was not destined to grace my life.
Love of another, that is, not of the world
And the reasons lie in the views of my mind.
For a secular suitor has no appeal of mine.

How could I love another person,
When none of the lovers love me?
I'm in and of myself and treat my body to great wealth.
Their wants above needs. Their possessions above health.

There's no room in my world for people like this;
Drowning their sorrows in a sugary bliss.