Every person I have ever known,
in at least one way is cruel.
Many will reap what so few have sown,
casual spite is their tool.
That lesson was so hard to relearn,
I won't forget it again.
Their attentions you should always spurn,
I am speaking of women.
I set myself up for pain it's true,
but only because I care.
That decision I have come to rue,
but what other choice is there?
I can't give up on humanity,
though on some I always will.
God must laugh at this insanity,
that makes me love women still.
So I'll step back and watch the romance,
until my scarred heart does heal.
In time I'll give them another chance,
then I'll pursue them with zeal.
Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?