Men do lie in the quest for loving for their body, Not their soul; lie they will, and lying be not sorry. Courting go for women dear, saying what’s effective, Building up a house of cards, structure all defective. Women want to hear those lies, softly, gently spoken, Hoping that the lies are truth, not a tawdry token. But in time, truth does rise and liars are forsaken, And that sorry house of cards, tumbles when it’s shaken. If a lover true you seek, yours to hold forever. Let her see you as you are, whether fool or clever. Let her know your heart and soul, things for which you’re sorry. Risk today, tonight and more. Take a chance on glory.