I do not know what to do,
But darling forgive me for not falling in love with you,
Thought you silly was I,
But no,
Just strong willed,
And you are good,
Too good,
I cannot have you still,
For I am the tempest winds of the north,
Raging with wild fire,
I yield not,
I cannot yield to you,
For I am a untamable mystery that even I myself have trouble understanding,
But I bid you adieu,
Please don't mourn me,
Treasure that which we had,
And I am a unforgivable lover who does try too hard,
Or sometimes not at all,
Perhaps I should've just given you a chance,
Though time will tell if we ever end up as one,
But please I'm a unbred stallion without a bridle I walk
And I like the space and freedom I have,
Even if it is all for naught