She says there is no love,.
She manifests it into something vile,.
I scratch my head until it bleeds,.
Wonder why she cannot see,.
What it means to burn,.
When the sun no longer shines in the heart,.
And a mellow feeling subsides,.
Just remember the feelings of high tide,.
Remember the loss of the sands,.
The fate is in her hands,.
If there was only one thing she can do,.
Is to believe that my love is true,.
When she thinks about something and ponders too long,.
She might as well just pack and leave it all alone,.
She looks for hints that do not exist,.
She looks for syntax and errors,.
Tunes them into binary that breaks the hard drive,.
Hell, m'lady, I am only trying,.
If she pulls back her eyelids and sees the love, she will smile,.
Like she did when we first met,.
When the four letter word was not so tasteless,.
When the times we shared were not bitter and hopeless.,.,.,,