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Why do you wear
that sullen look my love?
Why do your words tumble
from your mouth in a jumble?
What has happened to the fiery passion
that once burned in your incomparable heart?
What could possibly have happened
to quell such a brilliant blaze?
Was it my love, the denial thereof,
the acknowledgement of needing someone?
Was it something beneath my actions,
some meaning imperceptible to those less observant?
Who would you like for me to be?
Who is it you want?
When will you simply accept me the way I am?
When will you smile again, be happy again?
What would you have me do, to prove to you
that after all that has happened
I still love you?