Love is a Pariah

I shall shun advances

Take no chances

No knight in shining armour

Polishing lances

Shall I be

Love is a pariah to me

I will tear asunder

The notion of wonder

Of the stars at night

As I lie under

This medieval tree

Love is a pariah to me

I’m not a noble lord

With a steely sword

I seek not adulation 

Or slay men for adoration

I can’t take this seriously

Love is a pariah to me

©JMcN2015