1. Denial

She cannot love her. It must be a lie.

The rumour abounds, but I shall not cry.

I shall close my ears, and hope she sees sense,

What is alluring to her arrogance? -

Surely not a simpering, manic smile?

Surely not her with a saccharine style?

Surely not an android devoid of thought?

Surely not queen of the devious sort?

I shall ignore her sugary ensnares,

I suffer, make believe I do not care,

Pretend there is not the glint in her eyes,

My fantasy is a tangle of lies,

My guard is lowered. I cannot pretend.

For her cooing to her greatly offends.