Speak not unto my heart
your immortal silky words,
nor sing your siren's song
unto my soul,
don't invade my mind with your
pleasant hyms of propoganda...
For I do not wish to hear your lovely stories,
nor look upon the rosy pictures
that you so easily paint before my eyes.
Because this shadowy emotion that you call love
is a foreign thing to me.
Donavon Scott Vinson