John Thorkild Ellison (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

It cannot be denied
That when you rejected my advances
It hurt my pride.

It was agony inside
And in my lonely, love-struck hours
I cried and cried.

Now everything depends
On whether I can work it out
And just be friends.

My foolish heart pretends
That true love never perishes,
Nor friendship ends.

I will be true:
In spite of everything I've said or done
I'm still in love with you!

And that's the way it goes,
But where the meaning of it can be found
Nobody knows!

Love's just a trick,
It fills you full of happiness,
Then makes you sick.

Have patience if you can
And regard me as a simpleton -
I'm just a man! !