The fickle heart of a wayward man

Not a strapping hunk, neither a witty genius
How foolish it is to fall for one so tedious
His true nature is masked with deception
and all who crosses his path must do so with caution
For one so wanting he follies not in fooling the dense
with a flattering tongue and a romantic sense
The catch is made, the victory seized
but he bores fast with what he clinched
He leaves the old, deserting them with leers
Never to consider the broken hearts and flowing tears
Soon after his fickle heart starts to wander
in search of something new and undiscovered to conquer
Thus the fickle heart of a wayward man
circling his life with no definite plan