I tell no lies when I say this,

I beg and plead for no signs of help or pity,

My fellow man,

What a dishonourable soul.

Foul player and foe

He coerces me forward towards this ledge,

Holding me dear,

And near to embrace him,

I stay afloat watching as he controls me,

Drawing from my body its confidence,

Though I am aware of his wrongful move,

A sneaky player,

With hidden intentions,

Soft are his cruel words, and

Friendly is his tongue in my mouth,

So what am I to do but play fool to love.