You mock me for being inexperienced in love and sex.

You said love did not exist, because you had tasted it all.

And talking to me would not make me more understanding of your truth,

For I still believe in true love.

But really, how could you speak for the whole picture, when all of them you have tried were looking for flings and sensual pleasures only!?

Statistically, you know a few can't represent the whole when you did not draw out a sample random enough.

How could you defy many other men's heart, when you have shut your eyes to their presence!

So don't cry silently in greyish despair, or walk through a crowd of busy people in darkest dismay.

I beg you to shut down your system and reboot again.

I beg you to imagine a love based not on what you are, but who you are.

I beg you to believe in love again.

For millions still do, and they once have been broken, too.