a lover I am not
nor shall I ever be
to fall into another's arms
is simply not for me
I used to be a skeptic
that true love could exist
I acknowledge it can happen
but by me it will be missed
don't ask me for a reason
it's just a fancy I believe
mirth is no attendant
but don't think that I grieve
too much of life is spent
searching for your other half
I would rather spend my time
puzzling over math
life is too short
with the world going to pot
there is much to do, much to be
but a lover I am not.
