Men are enchanted by her glow
Even when she makes them know
That her heart belongs elsewhere,
Few bow and go, many men
Blow a fuse, and tear a drum.

But she stays faithful to one
Yet they feel she is heartless
Picking up her phone, she swipes;
How many will she delete
When they come every minute.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu