Had you but a mind not filled with lust,
This flattery would not offend.
If your motives were of pure pretence,
And if your heart was true to love,
I would not be so reluctant,
To award you your earned victory,
Your flattery is forthcoming,
And it makes my face flush brightly.
Winning you a slight Mona Lisa Smile
That stretches like the river Nile.
Flattery and sweetness is all
I ask, and only sometimes do
I ever receive such rare gifts.
To love and to be loved is,
The greatest feeling of all, but
The love you speak of is only
A hot simmering coal, your lust
Exceeds your love for me thus your,
Words are as dry as a vacant
Desert, and as cold as the heart that
Barely beats within your chest, your
Lust is the great flood reaching to
Possess all things unreachable.
You are not my thane, rather you
Have become the stabbing pain that
Repeatedly punches my mind,
Demanding, persuading, cutting.
I hold thee in contempt, for
Your lust eating eyes, they devour
Me as if I were your missed prey.
Therefore I reject your lustful
Offer. I weep for you for you know
nothing Of the feeling of love,
but only the meaning of the word.
My love for you is not blinded,
I see that the love you speak of
Is merely uncontrolled desire.
If I surrendered to your will,
Your dreams would be filled with longing,
Struggling beneath you, as you
coveted my body with your own.
Fulfilling your wanton desire,
And then leaving me, as your fire
of passion dispersed, leaving you
Fulfilled and me empty of love.
I wish you no such victory,
May winged chariots carrying fire,
Come burn out your wanton desire.
I will ignore your untrustworthy
words of seduction. For I am
not an object to be possessed.
Go move onto another place,
So I no longer see your face.
