Why, you ask, have I stopped writing verse?
But, know you whether that be blessing or curse?
The words of my pen are the words of my soul,
Where once flame was is now dark and cold.

A love unrequited is all I know,
I tell you, "I love you" and you reply "So?"
How much more can I bear this pain,
Affection that's all poured out in vain?

I need you near me.
Why can't you hear me?
Say you love me!
Kiss and hug me!

If you don't I'll fall apart,
Dying from a broken heart.
La Belle Dame Sans Merci,
That's what it's like to live with thee.

Your face so beautiful, your lips so sweet,
Speak hardly a greeting when chance we meet.
"Love me," is on the tip of my tongue,
Until I shout at the top of my lungs,
"Love me!"