This is an anti-love poem which you can interpret in your own way.

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I know you blame me now

But how could I have known.

Should I have been able to tell

From the way his hearty handshake felt

Or should i have taken his radiant smile as an indicator 

Of the machiavellian deal he was going to cut later?

Maybe you could have decoded 

His walk, his posture, the way his gray eyes gazed into your soul.

Maybe you could have guessed

His intentions from the way he buttoned his coat

Held a coffee mug and handled my heart.

But you were not there sweetheart and

I was not aware

Of his machiavellian intentions 

Towards the affairs of love.

So here we are stuffing our faces with chocolate cake 

And lamenting over a cunning, duplicitous man

While you assign me blame for

Always falling for the wrong heart. 

-Armaan

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