Harlequin Heart
Heed this warning, dear ladies,
Sage advice I would impart:
Don't waste your love on a man
With a harlequin heart.
He can never be trusted,
His words won't be sincere,
He will never be faithful,
And he won't shed a tear
When your dreams lie in tatters
And he's left you alone,
And he'll never endeavor
For his sins to atone.
For a while he'll beguile you,
But in the end you will find
You cannot caress a river,
You cannot embrace the wind.
He's here today and gone tomorrow,
He'll take his pleasure then depart,
And the sorrow you will treasure
Is all you'll have with which to measure
What it's like to love a man
With a harlequin heart.
Author's note: After reading Ann Peck's piece "A Seasonal Love", I once again dug into my archives and found this offering. I hope none...or not many...of you dear lady readers have experienced this kind of guy.
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