Please Stop Teasing Me

Romantic overtures like gaudy butterflies kissing all blooms that come their way, teasing me, haunting me, flirting with me and playing havoc with my feelings Are you really harmless? Is it fatal poison I drink? I ask for hero worship I get senseless fiddle-fuddle. I ask for endearing emotions, I get teasing quips and seamy punch lines that make me feel worthless, shabby and trivial. I yearn for meaning I get trivia, empty promises, like husks of unfertilized corn, like a rundown house abandoned even by ghastly ghosts, or like a hot futile desert filled only with smouldering sand, empty even of a hopeful mirage. Should I be thankful that you bestow your love on none, that you just love to trifle with every man's heart? Alas, I love you too much.