You Don't Want To Be Loved

In fervent ardor, I lavish upon thee The attention thy soul craves, the respect thou dost decree I whisper sweet nothings, a litany of love's refrain Yet, thy demeanor suggests a heart that's disinclined to sustain The flame of affection that I kindle with each tender phrase Thou dost extinguish with a callous, dismissive gaze A paragon of virtue, I stand before thee, true and just Yet, thou dost treat me with a contempt that reduces me to dust Thou dost repudiate my advances, push me away with disdain Leaving me to ponder if my love is but a futile refrain Must I weep tears of sorrow, a symphony of heartache and pain? Must I prove my devotion with a depth that drives me insane? It seems, dear heart, that thou dost not desire to be loved That thou dost find my affections a burden from above A weight that thou dost wish to shed, a yoke that thou dost strive to break And in thy rejection, I am left to wonder, for thy sake If thou dost crave freedom, or perhaps, a love that's less sincere Then, pray, tell me, dear one, what is it that thou dost require? For I, in my naivety, had thought that love was all thou didst need But now, I'm left to question, if thou dost truly want to be freed.