These poems I wrote late at night when I had nothing better to do than sit around and write, and they are first drafts that I just composed as I thought of them. Each poem took me about 5 minutes to write, so don't expect Shakespeare.
I fear I've made myself a fool By what it is I've done. But I do not know what to do Nor how this can be won. And now what will you think of me After all I've told you of? I've told you of my insanity And hinted at my love. Oh no! I've said it. Now you know. What are you going to do? Will you think it foolishness Or will you see 'tis true? I hate myself for doing this But love persuades me so, I've told you what I think of you So that you can't but know. And so thus ends my secret and My tortured poetry That tells you what I think of you. What do you think of me?