This is an ode for Theodore,
One whom I foolishly adore.
It is peculiar, it is insane
How I loved you, and love you in vain
You might think I’m mad, and
You won’t be wrong, my friend
For all well know that only a fool
Would dare love Theodore like I do
Indeed a fool, a fool like no other
Fool who’d love one in arms of another!
Though hard I struggle, I’m succumbing
Infatuation’s my unbecoming.

As you well know, dear Theodore,
Whom I adore yet so abhor,
I do not know quite why I love you
Idiotically, as I still do
Perhaps it’s your smile, or sporadic wit
That has somehow attracted this nitwit
And you know it as well as I do,
I’m truly that quixotic on you.

You should fear not, oh Theodore!
For my love is not true
Elusiveness I sure adore,
But certainly not you!
That’s what I try to tell myself, at least
In order for these feelings to decease
Fear not, another’s Theodore!
Your charm will torment me no more
No longer,
Will you keep me awake at night
No longer;
You’ll no longer be my delight
Gift of God, no longer shall I suffer
Because I’ll forget my distant Theodore.

I have to admit

It’s not easy being with you

To commit

while my parents won’t permit

Do you think it’s easy?

to commit

When sometimes I submit

when I have to understand you

I don’t get it

sometimes you’re really cool, mature, and clever

thinking with a critical mind

but you’re also childish, demanding, and stubborn

with all your mews and whine

I don’t get it

I don’t know why I stay

Further ado,

(my parents and)

I wonder too,

Whether the you I know is truly you

I’m scared that the you I know

isn’t the you that you are
.
.
.
.
.
… But who would fake that?

Who would fake your

expressions

cat impressions

great indiscretion

don’t forget

how you lose your possessions

all the time, I lost count!

don’t forget your obsession

of giving detailed recounts

that give me brain regression

I really don’t want to account

how much goo you sneezed out

and how well your crap had sprout

things I don’t want to know about!

and I’d much much much rather go without
.
.
.
(Seriously!)

And no one can fake

your sincereness

and your thoughtfulness

giving me surprises

you know I love surprises!

and the miles you travel

speak much more than words

even the thousands we speak over the phone
.
.
.
.
I hate to admit

It’s not easy being with me

To commit

while my parents won’t permit

I don’t think it’s easy

to commit

But I’m  glad you submit

when I need you to be with me

I don’t get it

most times I’m childish, demanding, and stubborn

not thinking with a critical mind

but you’re still there,

even with my mews and whine

I don’t get it

I don’t know why you stay
.
.
.
but,
thank you
.
.
thank you for staying
.

thank you for loving me
.
.
.
.
.
last year,

this year,
.
.
and following years

It’s pointless
To show contempt
A fruitless,
futile, attempt

Destroying outside
Won’t provide insight
And the feelings inside
Will stay alight

Did you think all this lying,
lying,
and lying,
doesn’t hurt me too?
When all my attempts of trying,
trying,
and trying,
Wounds me more than you.

You need to be free,
as much as me
If you agree,
why not let me be?

Can’t you see?
The flame’s already lit
And your decree
won’t change me a bit

Why won’t you let me be?

Did you think I’d be happy?
With what you do to me?
How should I show;
as far as things go
I would not feel glee
Until you guarantee
You’ll fulfill my plea

Don’t deprive me of what I’ve hasp,
My hand won’t hand what it keeps
All you want you can go on and rasp,
But you can’t snatch feelings deep

You can’t open the fingers shut
Guarding what belongs to me
Getting yourself in a rut
When it’s easy to let me be.

_{(… Does someone have the original Persian version? *do incredibly want* Wow, I found this even more romantic than Douce Dame Jolie…)}