I love too easily and often,

So once more I take up a pen

To clear the air

First, I do not love anyone but ME

And so I admit on bended knee

You are not special

Crow-black hair and skin of mud

That I fell for with a thud

On rough concrete

My spine broke, and then my heart

Because a flower was not "smart"

And that I do regret

I want at once to apologize and hold you

But I am emotionally a Jew

So here we must cease