I capture every Love I feel,
With coy and slanted word,
Imploring to my shepherd,
To admit me to the herd,
I wonder if they feel it too,
Or did they see straight through,
For being jaded, spirit faded,
Not the one to woo,
Hearts are born fated to die,
Aloft on Passion's hearse,
They say it most of Fame but I,
Think Love is bigger curse.