'Next! '

There is no 'if' on my lips, When I say I love. No 'maybe' awaits me giving it. I know what it is inside me that lives. But I will tell you this... No masquerade portrayed, Upon my heart... Comes to be made. That is not allowed. I wont let that start! When I say I love... I do! And you, Can forget about using me to play... Charades or any other game, You choose to display. When I say I love... I do! And you are not that good... To continue in a disguise I recognize, Given by shallow givers I knew Who tried to hide a past, Smoothed over by obvious lies. Why does anyone think that will last? When false eyes I detect... Appear so quickly, After one's need has been fed With the act of sweated sex! In a wet bed of regrets. 'Next! ' Put your pretentions to rest! You are not that good.