A Woman's Tact

[Merelas]

The words will never come to mind

She is a game, and you're behind

But silent you stay

Throwing it away

And the woman will not be thine.

 

But the day will always break new

Even though the light seems dark too

Because through your eyes

The fools are so wise--

They wouldn't chase the love like you.

 

And in the end, it ends the same

Always the chase of this dame.

The games come to end

And the rules won't bend

You break from the weight of the game.

 

The fires of love fade into black

And still she comes on smiling back

And again you fall

Against the same wall

And she blinds you well with her tact.

 

The lady beguiles round and round

Bringing you from up to down

Smiling so sweetly,

Killing you neatly,

You die in a heap on the ground.

[Parmenion]

An apt description of the hormonal gender and their "need" to make complex issues out of the simplest of matters.

 

(The above is a rudimentary generalisation )