When a woman makes that decision to win you,
It’s always because she’s been hurt by somebody else.
Are you saying her motivation—so wait,
This the great secret, which makes all men sad, that she keeps to herself?
It hurts my heart to think what looks like love is hate.
And worse, if you love her, and work at earning her trust,
She, knowing the truth, gradually feels disgust
That you were so easily tricked. This web
Never ends. The hate that looks like love
Traps you forever. And when she is gone,
Your heartbreak becomes her new reason
To love another. But what if she never loved anyone before?
What if I am the first? She still hates you, and this is why:
Every woman ponders this in her soul eternally:
To love you, she betrayed the one we all must love.
She took revenge on God—the only one we all adore.