Crossing Nature

Today my girl friend kindly asked me:

"What if there were a thousand you's on Earth?"

"Then a thousand thees would have to be given birth,

For deadly unhappy the lonely mes would be"

That being said, she mocked me with a glee,

And started laughing, as she did not know

That if I live, is waiting for her glow

To someday tell me how much she loves me.

It is my fate to love my female friends

And spoil every drop of friendship left.

My passions can, indeed, perform great theft,

Replacing friends with love when feelings blend.

Should I embrace my doomed mistaken heart

Or just renounce, not letting that love start?