As altruistic as a hunting wolf
As kind and caring as a starving rat.
Some he traps with words and some by stealth;
And some he gains by psychic aegrotat
his needs are great ,and stubbornly he looks
for women who might fill his vacant heart
Yet love comes down by grace and not by will
His lovers be bohemian yet smart.
He searches endlessly without much trust.
Unsure if he will recognise a mate
Into torment former loves are tossed
Ambivalent,uncertain,how to wait?
We cannot live by will without desire
For old flames turn into a hellish fire.
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How my heart sings 