It's my burning feet that wrote this poem.
The feet that got bruised
From dancing to the song that you play for me.
The song that is so unrhythimic
And makes my dancing so asynchronic.
Truly, your song is hurting me.

I try to dance to your tune my dear love.
But you and I no longer seem to be hand in glove.
I try to perform with a smile.
But I cannot blend into your musical style.
It's obvious that your song is hurting me.

It takes two to tango.
But on this dance floor we are three.
My ears are too sensitive to you forté.
Please have more adagio and less crescendo.
Because your song is hurting me.

I plead that you play a natural note.
One that will match my heart beat.
I need a softer and more gentle tone.
One that will be easy for my feet to please.
For I cannot stand your song that hurts me.