Aren't you sick of candy hearts,
and love letters trimmed in lace?
The same old words, 'I love you.' and
'I long for your embrace.'
The endless adoration,
I'd dig ditches in adulation.
Such fanaticism peels my soul.
Don't think that I'm cold hearted,
It's just this 'love thing' and I
have parted.
2005
version 2
Aren't you sick of candy hearts
and love letters trimmed in lace?
The same old words, 'I love you, ' and
'I long for your embrace'.
All the endless adulation,
such selfless adoration
sheer fanaticism peels my soul.
Don't think that I'm cold hearted,
It's just this 'love thing' and I
Have parted.
2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem