Pain cracks my soul,
As you make me smile for the 129th time today.

How can you be so cruel?
But then again,
You don’t know you do.

This is torture in the extreme;
My love for you goes in secret;
For the fear I so disgustingly deny,
The rejection of your perfect love.

Your mere appearance makes me so full of joy I twitch,
And I feel like killing those who call you a *****.
How odd is this?
To love my tormentor in secret,
Yet she knows she can cause my utmost excessive bliss.

To make a lousy comparison,
I guess you could say
That I am Romeo without a Juliet,
And you - forever my Roseline.