You’ll know the range, you’ll know the strain, what is to come is not for the main,
I made concession, I made the change, I made myself bespoke and rather strange,
Tying myself in knots, just to see you smile, pushing too far, going on for miles,
The strangeness intensified as I made the range of changes, but you won’t bend, haven’t changed like I have for you.
I want it to work, I want to go on, but if you don’t let me help you then this will end,
The love is strong, the love is real, and you know the way you make me feel.
You are unique, there is no one like you, you are my bespoke love, made for me.
I try to work hard, I try to be with you, you keep pushing back, I don’t want to lose you,
But unless you get help, the pain of our love will melt my heart
Cracking and breaking the pain will be immense, for looking at your smile I have no defence.
[This is attempt number three at writing poetry, I don’t know if this is any good but it’s getting easier to write, Thanks]