You're the most beautiful symphony I've ever heard,
My feelings for you can't be expressed by mere words,
Your face exceeds of those like Mona Lisa,
Cause for me you are my only Prima Donna.

At first I really thought that we both were inlove,
Yet as time passes by, I noticed that yours wasn't really love,
Yours was mere flirtation that you always want to do,
While mine was pure affection, simple but t'was true.

As tale as old as time, and song as old as rhyme,
I created stories and songs, but you didn't have the time,
Made you a princess in every possible way,
As long as you were happy and smiling, I was okay.

Or maybe it's just me, who's overthinking everything,
Maybe you can't explain what you're feeling,
And maybe that you really do love me at all,
That you're just waiting for something to befall.

Curious and insecure as I can be at the moment,
I just don't want to give out any of my judgment,
I made this poem not because you're tiring,
But because I feel that, That one of us isn't Loving.