If my love is no more than just a game,
To fuel my everlasting vanity,
If thy smooth words were fueling such a flame,
I'd burn to ashes with my sanity.
With whom shall I let my heart safely rest?
My love to fly askew because it can.
To primp myself in vain for beauty's best,
But never know to hold another man.
If perfections unpredictable light
May grow dim upon my aging figure-
I sweareth that never fade should my sight
For false or otherwise empty gestures
If I must brave alone the path I walk,
I shall forever keep my heart on lock.
