Our Love Is Ironic

My desire to stay is fleeting

Had you changed

I'd waver not

There's so little one can take

To fathom your thoughts

Is nigh too hard

So I harken to your plight

For how long shall,

I pardon your plight

I tire of this

My only reward

For this unyielding patience

Is a migraine

When your love is pain

How do I love you so

Thus tell me

Can you love pain?