Love is a Capricious Maid

Love is a capricious maid
Who all men do desire.
She promises to stay forever,
Yet daily does conspire
Of ways to break her lover's trust
And grind the pieces into dust.
Fall not into her deadly ploy;
You are to her a trifling toy.
Bestow not your heart's affection
On one who has her own collection
Of jilted hearts and shattered men,
And isn't afraid to claim again
A victim of her feminine chams
Who waits for her with open arms,
Only to be tossed away
When the maid no longer wants to play.