Yes she was beautiful, I never denied that
But she was someone I could never love
My heart couldn't be moved to being taken
By one consuming lives, like mice to a cat
Addicted to each new or different touch
If her soul wasn't emptied of compassion
It was surely forsaken
Without any love everlasting
If I could admire her beauty
I'd yet refuse to become the next
To a being capricious of whims
With such a soul, so cold within
