I wrote you some poems,
A romance, in verse.
A story of love
And sorrow, just words.
How pathetic am I
To tell you this tale
In rhyme and rhythm,
Where prose ever fails?
A romance, in verse,
Snares my fantasy.
It's sweetly tragic;
For it cannot be.
It's awfully sad,
To tell you the truth.
This story should be
Shouted from roofs.
My romance, in verse,
Like Juliet, Romeo,
Will not end well;
Your answer is no.
You have no need
For a romance in verse.
You have your love,
And to you, it's just words.
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