No Man Is Worth A Lady's Tears. - Poem by Dream Weaver
No Man is worth a Lady's tears; perhaps, at best... a tiny sigh;
her tears... too precious to be wasted on some hurt, cast thoughtlessly.
For... in truth, the one, who is... will never make the Lady cry;
but rare indeed is such a Man... gifted with such empathy.
No Man should take a Lady's trust... her gift, most precious, to bestow;
and bend it to some selfish whim; or worse... such trust, to then betray.
For, without trust, then love is but a sham... devoid of warmth, and glow,
and, soon enough, will flicker, and will turn to ashes... cold and grey.
No Man should take a Lady's heart, unless he freely gives his own
to her, in its completeness... with no hidden corner tucked away,
where some other heart might dwell; some secret love... to her not known.
Her Broken heart will never fully mend... though he might think it may.
So, Fickle Man... look in the mirror; upon you, does the shadow fall?
For, if you would deceive the Lady... then, you do betray us all.
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Edgar Allan Poe
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