A Losing Battle
A Losing Battle How can my love hold him when the other Flaunts a gaudy lust and is lioness To his beast? Men are worthless, to trap them Use the cheapest bait of all, but never Love, which in a woman must mean tears And a silence in the blood.
A Losing Battle How can my love keep him when the other Shows off a flashy desire and is a fierce predator To his prey? Men are of no value; to catch them Use the simplest lure of all, but never Love, which for a woman must mean sorrow And a quietness in her veins.