I am not your rival, really: You and I want different things. You need someone to be for And I want someone to be with. Yes, I know that she has asked us To pick up our pens and fight. But, instead, let's take a moment To recount where each one stands. My position is quite simple: What I want – and always wanted – Is a traveling companion Who can be my friend and lover. To persuade her, I will show her All the things that she could do If she bounced along beside me — If she chose to walk with me. This is not quite your approach. What you want, I cannot fathom. But it seems you need a woman Who will give you room to preen. Though she has not shown her likeness In her profile or her posts, You obsessively describe her, Praise her features, beg for more. Go on, tell her one more time All the things that you will do When she's had enough of running And she gives herself to you. Know that this will not impress her: She is wiser than you think. She does not approve of courtship Such as yours; she wants our words. She has spoken — won't you listen? You will soon wear out your welcome If you do not change your ways. Is she not worth at least that? You adore her; she torments you. You desire her; she rejects you. [etcetera] Is such worship born of love Or is your vanity to blame? What a shame it is, Sebastian, That a man blessed with your talent Should extort and shun his muse Because her knees will not be bent.