To whoever!

Dear flirts, why don’t you understand?
No matter how you make your ways grand
You are things, I just can’t stand

Every time you meet some chick
Graceful, cute and chic
Or spectacled, lonely and a geek

You will have more ways to devise
To make her realize
That it’s she you fantasize

Talk to her through out the night
You skillfully intersperse that talk with an endearing fight
Tell her she’s the most beautiful, to her very delight

Hold her hands
Sink your fangs
Frame your phrases with such brilliance

Unaware of your flirtatious flair
Of your heart other females could demand an equal share
Had she known, she would slit your throat without a care

When will you feel?
That the wounds of love take long to heal
And it is tough for her, to renew that old zeal

Haven’t you by now slaked your thirst?
Settle down; look for your right woman first
Think love forever and not just one night of lust