Cowardly love

I am no Rosalind or Juliet,

I'll never be like Eponine or Cosette.

My hair isn't golden as the old saying goes,

I could never be the princess Briar Rose.

Though my complexion is fair, I am no Snow White

(My pallor stems merely from a lack of sunlight.)

Love's steady audience and bystander I'll be
in any fairy tale where "true love" is the theme.

Love is a game, love is a trap 

Love means you give all, and get nothing back.

Love is a risk, love is a pain, 

Love leaves you with nothing but an addled brain. 

Even the fairest in all Love's great stories,
fare not well in the end, forget the promise of glory
that each was given ere the tale did start.
Tales preach of love, and then stamp on the hearts
of the families and towns of the starcross-ed pair,
till the plot's run its course and all is left bare.
In the end, love takes more than in mischief it gave
so I count myself lucky and plucky and brave
that when fat Cupid pulled back his bowstring,
I took a side-step and avoided the thing.