"Write me some poetry" is what the lady said
As though such things exist within my head
Wih no reference to the outside world
The stage on which she struts her merry dance
Now I remember, though my memory's fading fast
A perfect skin,those perfect lips and last
But not least, those curves which captivate my heart
A magnificent example of creations art

But since I see her scarcely ever now
And her warmth is for another, not for me
Then perhaps she will appreciate just how
Difficult it is for me to see
How I can continue with this verse
As her apathy throws my feelings in reverse

So fare thee well my muse I'll think of thee
And maybe perhaps you'll sometimes think of me
But unless you make your mind up I'll be gone
My poetry and my love will have moved on