There’s no cause to reckon sadly
When love’s luck’s gone on vacation
Or point to ponder madly
Why love’s train has left the station
There are many, many reasons
For fate’s shunting of Amor
While there’s hardly a denizen
To which Eros may implore
She’s simply sought another
Without your bye or leave
It might even be your brother
In this you can believe
It’s the hardest coup to muster
Cool reason to command
To appear to be lackluster
When her treason is at hand
So become a patient hoarder
Of love’s passion, quips and cries
To avoid her odious order
Full of infamy and lies
