Love they say is but an art
others use to steal your heart
cupids arrow shot striking
causing love to grow from liking
yet some sweet words, flowered lies
believed truths by those unwise
unlearned in the battle of love's warfare
but those who use you do not care
they create in the novice a fire
leaving them burning with desire
their loins sated, their goal attained
leave you stricken, filled with pain
and off they go to do the same
to someone else, it's just a game
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