In vain I hope and in vain I smile
Ever-bewitched by your gallant guile.
I spy you with eyeballs ballooned and swollen,
For love is unfair and desire is stolen.
I have been beaten; I’m less good; I’m useless,
Indolent, incompetent, futile and fruitless.
My liberal offering you cast away;
You couldn't imagine what I now have to pay
For your own lust for ‘beauty’ or weak compliance,
For exists—and not with I—a cursed alliance,
Which I watch, unjealous, and oddly bemused
By the simple suspicion that I have been used.