Do not attempt to justify my heart:
I wish an ivy curtain would appear
Impenetrable to tries to take apart
The mysteries I have begun in here.
Who knows my woes? Who cares? Who ponders now
The machinations of emotions deep?
I know the answer well: no one, no how--
The passage of my day upsets no sleep.
I dream in vainly dreamt adventures which
appear on sleepless nights before I doze,
That someone thinks I am a special bitch--
But disappointment follows "I suppose."
So back to calculated screenings of romance:
It's sweeter to suppress than take a chance.