Lothario

hindsight instructs
what hope oft obstructs
oh, I have fallen for them all
one Lothario to the next
taken in by easy charm
and a kind of smile
too practiced and smooth
that naught but desire
and loneliness can ignore
no more, NO MORE
now give me the awkward grin
the bashful and chagrined
sans half promises hinted
love only implied or inferred
lest joy be yet further deferred