For me to feel not as the others do
Would require me to fall in love with you,
For I doubt that this emotion any
Mortal for you possesses. Not many
Humanoids [they’re devoid of a heart] attain
This fickle passion, but, instead, refrain
And partake of the constancy of Lust,
Which needs not a name, commitment, or trust.
Though some men would like in lesser degrees,
It’s not countable as love when from these,
Since love’s unconditional and complete
Surrender. None love you, for some like heat;
Your frigid love would be warm like the burn
Of ice too long grasped only, I discern.