An assassin of emotions & a murderer of spirits should not be blessed with such a melodious snicker & silvery mumble He should not have hair the shade of honey for he is not as sweet as such His smile should not sparkle as the stars do for what's beneath is dark & dull His eyes should not look so deep into mine for what's inside is flimsy & shallow You, who are a ruinous paradox & a faulty metaphor, should not be the motive of my literature & the tyrant of my thoughts