You said you never loved me,
and had no intentions to be my would-be;
it is fine if you wanted to leave,
please do not ask me not to grieve;
I cannot accept that I have been wrong, all the while,
I do not think I am yet senile;
I would rather think that you were terrified,
to accept the fact that you were too mesmerized;
because loving someone just requires a heart,
but standing for and accepting the love requires you to be a Lancelot;