The Fool Poem by Saint Cynosure

I know someone thats hard to please,
seems I stay on bended knee,
asking what she wants from me,
am I just a fool?
It's true in times when I don't know,
she has no problem saying so,
exactly how its supposed to go,
she can be so cruel.
If I could find another love,
dressed in lace and velvet gloves,
who would pick me up when down I'm shoved,
I could let her go.
But for now it seems I'm stuck right here
on pins and needles and breathing fear,
trembling every time shes near,
thinking it don't show.
But I can see it in her eyes,
she's filled with joy to see me cry,
and all my friends ask me why?

Its because no one wants to be alone...