There seems to be a possibility That she feels all the same Together its nothing but revelry And shes to blame I just wish i could tell her about my pain Because im so sick of lying Theres nothing from it i could ever gain But then why am i crying But this is nothing to cry about Because lets face it im in love Of her love i have no doubt This is what love is made of And this poem may become a lyric Or it could be written in any form But the meaning would still be romantic And the feeling still that of warm So take it however you will Because i shall write it for her Its all her wants i wish to fulfill Of my love for her i am sure