Serial flirt

He sadly said
better no other guy
cross your path
other guy, I said
rather wonder
what it meant
Oh yes, he replied
some other your fancy
might favor
A serial flirt
labeled I was
fame so clear
so low in esteem
you hold my being
I bother to deny
what it's for me a lie
words can hurt
and yours cetainly have
that guy, you fear
can be easily repeated
your worries let me clear
no guy will ever be,
cross my way as he did
'cos that guy wasn't just a guy
it was the guy for me.