My unrequited golden dove,
you are a merchant banker
them bloomin' groovy bars
are sad tonight

but given the chance I wouldda gotten
cash & carried
& spent me porridge knife
loving your mince pies

had I not known
you'd treat me golden dove thus
& yes, been your trouble & strife
with all me Horse & cart.......

I know, not smart
I know, not smart


Translation:

( In English tis not a very impressive poem... it's just amusing how you can make cockney rhyming slang into a poem, so I've been experimenting.... I really want to send this to the guy I'm unrequitedly in love with actually... & leave him (hopefully)confused & in the dark as to what I wrote....mostly I just really want to call him a ' merchant banker' e.g ' ******' & get away with it!! xD ' ******' is a particularly offensive term to use when referring to a man!)

* My unrequited love
you are a ******
them ****** stars
are sad tonight

but given the chance I would have gotten
married
& spent my life
loving your eyes

had I not known
you would treat my love thus
& yes, been your wife
with all my heart

I know, not smart
I know, not smart

Sometimes I feel like the greatest, but most of the time I feel like the worst, the worst poet of all the living poets.

Why do you
Make things hard
Like complicate stuff
You just ...
Just I don't know ...
Just make it worse

I'm pretty sure
I know ..
You  ...
I know you well

You look like
My mirror
I hate you
Cause I'm cursed

What movie are you
Watching
There's an investigation
Who wondered
What sounds sound
Like when tears fall
On my lap

I touch my cheek
And feel the wetness of it
On my hand

I wipe it away
As I whisper to myself
"I can't give this world more of my tears."

Simple, really.
This thing we have.
Quite silly.
With each back stab.
The hate built up within your eyes.
It's at this moment, I realize...
I love you?
Oh, hell no.