Gentle words had been my weapons

careful openness, (a?) fragile (unesteem?)

I'd gradually begun to slowly win him over

(and some hard-learned in here?)



Despite my obvious display of defect

(xxx of xxx) frailty

of which I never made a secret

I'd assault him with my sincerity

that never reigned, despite the laughter

of public insult (ready queue?)

not even when

(confessingment?)

turning myself into a wretched fool



Some men are like chocolate,

but most of them are like shit

and if you don't have the experience to spot that tiny difference

you're likely to fall for all of it



In secret on those

rare occasions

when no living soul was near

no eyes, no ears

no other people

were around to see or hear

so there was no danger of some (chance?) intruder

to doubt his manliness and strength

then suddenly his words grew gentler,

and his gestures slightly changed



He did not seem

to mind my presence at all

(getting even closer) of his own accord

yet still he veiled

each subtle revelation

in rough-cut gowns of what we call 'the accidental touch'



Some men can truly be like chocolate,

but most of them are more like shit

and if you don't have the experience to spot that subtle difference

you're likely to fall for all of it



Some men are like chocolate,

but most of them are shit

and if you don't have the experience to spot that subtle difference

you're likely to fall for (a near promise of a kiss?)