Standing amidst the crowd
Not lonely but seemingly lost
He holds a look on his face that
qualifies him as a charming trap
of the rank foremost.
With the cunning deception of grief
He ten-to-one wins each’s belief
The eagle sits to catch his next sentimental quarry
His hawk eyes gleam with lustful treachery.
The words uttered with innocence
Are not so innocent as they seem
Don’t fall for them, they are not the truthful ones
It’s all a trap, not love predestined.
Mastered among all actors
he delivers truthful lies
He remains to be a philanderer
in a committed’s guise.
He stands out from all
Nix deceives with such grace
None acts so perfect in real life diurnal
To fulfil temporary lust and emotions desperate.
So, here am I, writing about him
And making one and all aware
He looks all beautiful yet is commitment- phobic
He might be around you, so ladies, beware!