If I wrote you a beautiful sonnet
With all my inner thoughts on it
Would you pay any attention?
Would it spark any sort of affection?

I just wonder what it would take
To make you realize my heartache
Must I look like another man?
Will you then be my fan?

If I were more talented at performing
If I could keep you smiling and laughing
Then would I fit into your conception?
Then would I receive your reception?

Does not all love require an act?
This is what I know to be fact
Love requires a performance
Then you judge if I deserve your acceptance

I am loved based on my actions
My decisions have their implications
But do they have to?
Does this have to be true?

Why do we restrict our love to the qualified?
Why do we leave so many to be denied?