I think you think
You're being romantic
Poem after poem about her each day
Detailing your complete misery
Since your love as gone away
No more poems about nature
Or society
You don't write about work
Or time that you're free
All you do is wish that girl will see
And come running back to you
Gleefully
But your obsessive prosing about
How much you care
Makes me think this girl is living in
Fear