Aduke, I’m sorry to thwart your dreams.
How do I fall in love when I’m incapable of being loved? How do I give you my heart when I no longer have it?
My emotions are as existent as the love of devil for humanity.
What you once loved was my purity,
But, now, even the dirtiest of men can’t stand up to me!
Aduke, I’ve waddled in muddy waters with pigs. I’m not the man you fell in love with.
Maybe moonlights are now better off with you alone, maybe your breasts would rather not have this head resting on them. The weight of my sins would break your shoulders.
Aduke, how does one love without an heart?
I don’t deserve you.