(based on the premise that
the worst thing you can do to a poem is
rhyme it.)

Is this love I feel for real,
Or is it only dying?

In this heart that you did steal
Inside you left me crying.

Once I thought I dreamed of you,
And once I heard you laughing,

I wish someone would come here to
get this freaking babel fish out of my ear#$@*&!()@!