If I were free to choose,

The man I should love,

Desire and need. Dream of at night

And pray I would never lose.

I would never have chosen you.

I thought you were a marble

Clad figure, godly and perfect,

A dynamite specimen of

Indolent manhood incarnate.

I was wrong I knew, I always did.

I hoped and wished,

Desired in my sanctum of womanhood,

You would be the one to steal

Me away from heartbreak.

The worst fool is a fool in love.

It emerged, before the paint,

Green and gold,

On the walls of our home together,

Were dry.

That I was in love with a façade and a fake.

You were never destined

To be my knight,

My amorous lover,

Loyal night after night.

A man who asks for freedom really should remember,

That for every heart broken, there is one less woman to love.

This heart is felled,

Cloven in twain,

I love a lost love,

Never to love you again.