|Painting by Max Chagall 1967|
The Circus With The Yellow Clown
So that's how I'm seen
A joke !
or so it seems,
Forever I feel you make me jump through hoops,
Putting me down in front of friends
Or any groups
Yet my stomach does somersaults
My unrequited love for you.
Is not your fault,
But it's true and real,
It's within, it's how I feel,
My tummy flips like a trapeze star,
I love you and who you are,
Yet every time we're close,
I mentally walk a tiny tightrope,
Watching everything I say and do,
Trying desperately to impress just you,
If I could just learn some magic tricks
Something special to make you tick,
Would you then return my feelings
Be sincere, love me with some meaning,
Would you cease to treat me as a clown,
Love me for me and stop messing around.
Or do I disappear in a puff of smoke
Give up on you, my perfect bloke ?