Dante and the She-Wolf by Gustave Doré

The girl on the screen
She’s no queen,
Neither you nor me
Does she see.

With soulless stare
Devoid of care,
She leads men astray
From the true way.

She’ll never hold your flower,
Nor admire your humorous power.
You’ll never talk to her after class,
Or take her with you to Mass.

Never will she say, “I love you.”
Then why say in your soul, “I do”?