I'm writing about love,
Are you happy now?
I talk and give it too,
Yet you furrow your brow.
I talking about you,
And have been for a while.
I'm doing all you asked,
Receiving not one smile.
I'm expressing my feelings,
Singing, shouting them out.
But you don't look happier,
Then a tortured trout!!
Will you ever be pleased,
Will you love my ways?
Is it all hopeless,
Am I wasting my days?
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