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Once, in desperation, 

I loved and lived with 

One who had no heart. 

Yet without sense or hesitation,

Let my own heart

Swoon and faint.

But soon,

Though I played 

 Lover to the letter,

I came to see 

Our love served her 

No better. 

With she who loved me naught,

Who made indifference an art,

It  took a lot of nerve.

To go on caring longer than I ought,

For thus were two fools had, 

One smug, one sad.

The moral here,

The lesson taught,

Listen up, all ye

With ears to hear:

To love one who's ambivalent,

Love  ain't,

That's the equivalent 

Of torturing a saint.

To love with

No love back,

To give your warmth for cold,

To genuine affection lack,

Such a love will soon grow  old,

Not a blessing but a curse.

So please excuse this  little verse

Of love that went

From bad to worse.

Cast pity on a hollowed breast

Whose heart departed in a hearse.