She tossed his heart aside

Like a paper cup,

An insignificant vessel for her

Latest ego-fix.

She easily gave up

a true gentle man.

There's a risk that

he may circle his passion

now with

cynic's nettles,

never risking that exposure

again;

May his heart stay pliable and tender

hopeful for the woman

who will answer his lonely call

with an authentic,

rich, and tender

devotion,

true as the North star,

constant as the seasons,

faithful in all of them.