I wanted to write a poem for you

To give you a hint 'bout my love for you.

But the words in my heart and mind

Don't make sense when written in lines.

It makes it harder since I can't put it in words;

How do I know it's something to be heard?

Maybe I'll just keep this secret at heart

'Cause I don't want this heart pierced with a dart.

One thing that I'm positively sure:

Love is bad medicine, a sickness with a rare cure.

Your love is the cure I don't own

So please, cure me, or I'm turnin' to go.

I can't live on hopes of your love much longer.

I'll have to move on before the pain gets stronger.

My heart doesn't want to go not knowing

If maybe there's some love you're not showing.

So please tell me how you really feel.

Don't make me keep guessing what is or isn't real.

Do you love me? Do you not?

Don't tell me we're through after all those battles we fought!

I was so patient, I waited so long

For you to realize what you need; I've been here all along.

Make your decision before our time is gone.

I don't want to be loveless for ever and on.

Maybe I should just tell you how, deep down, I feel.

Not sure of anything except that your love is my Achilles heel.