why is it that i am wasting my time
to find a medicine for an uncurable disability?

restating my love over and again, it's rather silly
hoping to find your heart through poetry

to make you fall forever in love with me
to let you see life in the way that i see

this is not my fault, i hope you understand
you should blame yourself for my loving command

i cannot restrain my heart from needing you
i could not stop my mind from thinking of you

i'm cursed with a mind constantly racing
but i'm blessed that all it thinks of is you

it isn't that much of a mystery i suppose,
that i sit and write countless lines of lovely prose

i've become a flower dependent on the sun
it's not like i've just fallen in love with anyone.