Monday, August 27, 2012
twas madly, deep in love.
Yet refused to tell his cherished
lest her affection he's unworthy of.
He postulated within his head,
a wild and fantastic notion.
He hoped it would ease his mind,
though played upon his every emotion.
If he would keep his secret safe,
both love and hate were true.
To many this would sound quite daft,
but you know he thought this through.
'What hurts the most', he often thought
'that which makes me so irate',
'knowing she detests my soul'
'everything about me she does hate'.
But then again, do not forget.
his theory oh so clever.
Unless he were to share his feelings
she would love him, just forever.
His cat eyed him suspiciously,
no one more did it disdain.
It cocked its head as if to say,
'You're really quite insane.'