Sick and tired yet I insist and persist,
Until the last drop of tear has fallen.
The weight over my shoulders that exists,
Will eventually be lifted and forgotten.

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.