In a realm where hearts entwine,
There dwells a man, a tale malign.
Five women grace his winding path,
Yet a bond with one, his heart hath.
Like petals scattered by the breeze,
He walks a tightrope, with unease.
Each woman holds a piece, ’tis true,
But none can claim his soul anew.
The first, a flame that burns so bright,
Igniting passion, day and night.
In her arms, he finds desire’s heat,
Yet love’s foundation feels incomplete.
The second, gentle as a breeze,
Brings solace, whispers of sweet peace.
With her, he laughs and shares his dreams,
Yet their connection, fragile it seems.
The third, a muse of boundless grace,
Inspires him to reach and embrace.
She stirs his mind, his thoughts take flight,
But their depths remain just out of sight.
The fourth, a friend, a soul’s confidant,
With her, he finds a love so fond.
Through laughter and tears, they navigate,
Yet a lover’s bond, they cannot create.
The fifth, a mystery untamed,
Her allure, like wildfire unrestrained.
But in her enigma, he cannot find,
A love that binds, to ease his mind.
Oh, this man, fragmented heart in hand,
Spreads himself thin, across love’s vast expanse.
His affections, scattered far and wide,
But a true connection, he cannot decide.
For love, dear friend, is not a game,
To play with hearts, to scatter, to maim.
It yearns for depth, for roots to grow,
A single bond, where souls may know.
So, let this tale be a solemn plea,
To choose one love, and set hearts free.
For in the end, a fragmented heart,
Finds solace in unity, a brand-new start.