The Letter to 'The One'.

I don't know what love is...
Neither do I know what those feelings mean,
As I have felt for every girl I met,
And there is no one that did I ever hate,
As I am nice to everyone, you see...

When she smiles, it feels my duty to freeze it there...
When she weeps, it feels my responsibility to shrug it away.
I feel like a knight when I am with her,
"Though shalt hast to fight me." I say to the problems breaching her.
But I am just a toy for her that she plays with when is sad,
A pillow that she cries on when she is mad.
But when she is happy I just lie on the bed,
Thinking are only the tears of my share?
I always want to watch her glee,
But can't she just stay happy with me?...

Is it a sin to love you?
To want someone to also love me as much as I do?
I am tired now to find you my lady,
Now it's not me, but my solitude that searches for thee,
Now I fall for everyone I find,
Even if they hurt,
For it hurts to stay alone,
Then to get hurt while finding the one,
Trying gives me hope, even though I get hurt,
That someone would I find, would not treat me as dirt...
She will find me, and I shall dance,
As Archimedes did when he found what he planned...
I need to try, as I haven't seen you...
I don't know what the one looks like,
It's better to get hurt while trying to get away from pain,
Than to know that the pain will last...