True love is competition and hate.
I got tired of loving what was great
And now I love a dull and helpless fool
Who understands my rule.
I prefer a wooden post
To what others love the most.
He was so attractive, I wanted to die.
I can’t actually love that. Let others try.
There is sadness, which causes tears;
Fear this not. This is common. Beware the weeping produced by fears.
You can make it. You can retire in a few more years.
You can get out, forget love, and avoid those fearful, fearful tears.
Admire love from afar—belong to that greater world
To whom love belongs—there is no girl
Who can possibly love that man.
Want is a shadow. You want. That doesn’t mean you can.
Do you know what great poetry is? It is music for ears
Just like your own, but drowned in fearful tears.
