They may have wanted pleasure,
When it was security, they treasure.
Did not have a sense of adventure,
Unwilling to step into any venture.

Some regretted it, I hope,
When they left me for a dope,
I felt that internal regret,
Pains a bit still, and yet.

They are gone and I am now,
What I have, better somehow.
Than all the ones from before,
From former flash of adore.