To the man who couldn’t love,
she determinedly went after.
Eager to make him turn his gaze
and to mould his heart tender.
She burned herself out mending
his crooked ideals of affection;
and wrangled him to a literary war
to which neither reached a comprehension.
One day, he finally spoke his first words of devotion
and launched his plan of courtly love, fueled with ambition.
Yet as soon as they were uttered, something awoken:
“Though I brought him here, there is no obligation..”
Crushed, the man vowed once more
to never give in to this unspeakable notion.
And she learnt that she liked to love a thing
only when it is broken.