Don’t stop beating my longing heart.
Even though she is in front of you,
Revel upon her for she is fine art.
Perhaps too fine to look at too.
A few days ago I asked, and she said to me,
That she would not, could not, and will not.
But later I read something else in her decree.
She wanted to get things straight then give us a shot.
I asked her questions for an indirect answer.
I have asked friends to get information.
I have creped around like an unknown caner.
In hopes I could settle the abundant frustration.
Well I had read a few conversations.
I found out how she felt about me.
I think I should give up my expectations.
Just give her up and leave her be.
It seems to me, with my answers in satisfaction.
That she does not feel the same way I do for her.
So I am going to give up on her attraction.
I think this is what she would prefer.
Inspired by: Three poems dedicated to Emily
Dedicated to: Emily Pellam
Created on: July 4, 2005