Ode To A Womanizer

O lover of many! What is love to you But a toy for your insatiable heart what is love but food for your giant ego you don't care how many hearts you crush how many souls you smear You pluck the flower, an ornament for your coat-pocket Your empty heart craves food You flirt, manipulate, fill it with deception You want to win at all costs, to have painted lips at your feet Unfettered by love, You keep trampling the naivety The king you are in your empire of coquetry living among blooming flowers, getting drunk on their fragrance And when spring goes, you make a bed of petals to sleep soundly on their pain.