Lonely once, and lonely twice,
my realm of lovers dwindling.
Caught stealing kisses from a third,
but is it really Swindling?

Like candies taken from a box,
not all are so enchanting.
I sample, nibble, and even bite,
but I never left them wanting.

Yet time has passed, and I'm alone,
just memories to dwell on.
They linger, but do not provide
a moment's clear reflection.

Denied, by me, a life of love,
so little left to squander.
I find myself in no-one's arms;
I have no cause to wonder.

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