Weekend Verses.

I am no good at love
My heart should be wise and free
I kill the unfortunate golden goose
Whoever it may be
With over-articulate tenderness
And too much intensity.
I am no good at love

I batter it out of shape
Suspicion tears at my sleepless mind
And, gibbering like an ape,
I lie alone in the endless dark
Knowing there's no escape.
I am no good at love

When my easy heart I yield
Wild words come tumbling from my mouth
Which should have stayed concealed
And my jealousy turns a bed of bliss
Into a battlefield.
I am no good at love

I betray it with little sins
For I feel the misery of the end
In the moment that it begins
And the bitterness of the last good-bye

Is the bitterness that wins.

.........From The Complete Verse of Noel Coward