She Is So Untrue She Doesnt Care For Him And With Worriedness She Acts Upon Him Deceiving Always Him And He Cannot See The Light For It Is To Dim Poem by John Nanashi Trowa Barton

After all that you've done to me
And still you say friends to the end we'll Be

How you toil with my Emotion
And how I don't see through it in all the commotion

Why would you hurt me if you Care
Or play tricks on me with your Stare

My love for you will remain standing after the test of Time
And surely I will take all your tricks like punishment for my Crime

I love you and I must Implore
If you should not believe this, my heart should you Explore

At the center of my Heart
I am not Tart
There you should See
I more kind than a Bee

Should I sting you with my Love
You should consider it a crime, like and unwhite Dove

Loving you should not be a Crime
I'm the only one True and their love is Benign for You

I'm ready to fall to Tears
When I can't find You,
The worst of my Fears,
Clowns, my worst fear, unTrue

You play these games with Me
That hurt but you can't See

You don't (as you act) care for Me
So if that is true, please let me suffer a bit, it will be harsh but in the end you will let me Be if you Love me.