Outfielder

I won’t be provoked
A lonely man once said
By her solemn words, as Cupid’s arrow flying, from those lips he lived for to kiss

Of her, his thoughts were consumed

I won’t be convinced
He’d determinedly decided
By her clean heart, the last of its species dying, from those feet he’d planted in defiance

Of what it is to be loved

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