A pathetic heart of love and lust, To whom shall I this mockery entrust? Shall I open it to all at hand? Or to one specific traitor's plan! For I do warn you of broken hearts, A tainted end where misery starts. It lures the likes of you and I, With pulsating beats, a whispered lie! Take not from me without intent, For I desire love with full consent. I bit the apple given by desire, And saw the snake behind your attire! A pathetic heart of love and lust, I lock away to rot in dust. And should I ever open again to chance, My heart had better be well advanced!