He tells you, how pretty you are.
Like a budding rose,
exquisite and unique.
Some heart-warming lines.
You know what to do.


He says, he wants to talk to you.
Listen to your tale.
How your voice inspires him.
He’ll buy you anything.
You ask for a drink.


He speaks and raves about your looks.
Tells you, you’re special.
He is in love with you,
and wants to be with you.
You know his sort.



Such man has ways with his words
He could be a charmer,
who lies and cheats.
But never a bad man,
just a lost, lonely one.


An evil man is the one you love.
The one you’ll surely die for.
Yet never, he looks at you,
Doesn’t feel, never notices.
Your unspeakable heartache.