Boudoir

Spare your love
Spare your love

I was sad to see you leave
like a carnal enemy
You warred over peace
when you were with me
Had I outshone the stars,
would I climb your bed alone?
But I sold my heart
for the price of a song
What a taste of mystery,
adored in your Persian arms
A mystical memory
that did me harm

There's a pain you overlooked
I will never feel your love
I'm hooked, cooked and booked
But I don't want to be in love
Eleven wounds that separate
a poet from a randy man
For your boudoir fabricates
the dreams we ought to ban

So, spare your love
Spare your love, love