Woes of love are silly,
For hearts like you and me-
Yearning cries for romances,
The same, old, and tired dances…
Midnights wasted, drenched in blue-
Taunted by his “you just won’t do.”

But foolishness is not our game,
Never been that fragile dame.
Find me difficult, too hard to please?
Then boy, do run along.
Enjoyed your lips,
And all the tips,
Your struggles to be strong-
But a symphony can be offensive
When you’re a simple song.
Prince, thy love is weak and obscene-
Punishable, surely, to a Queen
Instead we scheme,
Weave, and dream,
Build our throne for two.
Love gets lost, but never you-
My friend, you’ll always do.