This may be cheating a little, but I wrote this way back in about 1989.  I was thinking maybe a reply in the same style would be interesting...

Please Be Kind To Me...

Please be kind to me; I'm trying to be strong.

I thought I knew you perfectly, but maybe I was wrong.

 

Forget the things I did before: they weren't quite right for you.

Please believe - I thought they were what I was meant to do.

The last thing that I wanted was to fall in love again.

I've walked that path before, you see.  It always caused me pain.

My guarded interest at the start should show you I was scared.

I dropped my guard too soon because, by then, I thought you cared.

I want to put behind me all that gross stupidity

But maybe I am wiser now, so, can I just be me?

 

Please be kind to me; I'm trying to be strong.

I thought I knew you perfectly, but maybe I was wrong.

 

Last night I found my hopes of winning you were very slight.

I even started wondering if you were worth the fight.

But knowing you has set me on the road to a new start,

So how can I just tear you from the ruins of my heart?

You gave me such mixed signals that I never really knew

If what I sometimes saw within your eyes was just a clue

To loneliness, and longing for someone who understood

Restlessness, intelligence, and striving to be good.

 

Please be kind to me; I'm trying to be strong.

I thought I knew you perfectly, but maybe I was wrong.

 

My faults and yours are similar: inhibited and proud

And neither of us likes to show our feelings in a crowd,

And surely you can not deny that we have empathy.

So friendship's what I'd settle for - and please - not sympathy.

If you can't commit to me completely, that's okay.

A short time with you's what I'd like, before we walk away.

For never have I felt this way with anyone I've met.

These things should not be wasted, so don't say goodbye just yet.

 

Please be kind to me; I'm trying to be strong.

Perfect I may never be, but tell me I'm not wrong.

 

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When i say love your face is the only thing i see,,,,and valentins day came when you went awayso what may i do when im alonedo i resort to books where fabels are writtenor computers where worlds are madeor to the knife you gave me should i take the knife into my roomon that lonley night of...

excerpt from I'm Sorry   by Mullaman