I've seen my, had my share

of leavings
of leavers
of being left

of 'oops'
of 'ouch'
of 'sorry'

And I'll keep coming back
Who doesn't?
Who wouldn't?

We put up
with thorns
for a scent
a sight
a feel
of the rose

We put up
with banishment
for a taste
of the apple

We forgo the apple
For armfuls of blossoms

But here's the line
I've drawn it
Don't cross it

Have your flings
your loves
your losses

Fall in
Fall out
Fall halfway
of love

I won't stop you

But don't dare
Don't you dare
Say it doesn't mean a thing

To see you with someone else

Don't tell me
That her caressing look
Her kisses
Your betrayal

Don't mean anything

They do