I've loved too many women, too hard,
And each took too much, leaving a little hole
In my once indestructible heart
Till it looked as it does now - a begging bowl...
So here's my plea to the girl that comes next:
'Oh, you of the womanly wiles...
Would you, could you, instead
Of taking, fill my heart with your smiles...'
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