My love does not love me like I love him.
He claims I think we are what we are not.
I just don't understand his frustration,
For I'd like to believe I have his heart.
My love, he thinks me insane, unstable.
My darling says he knows not what to do.
I say, "Hush, love, until you are able
To accept what Venus has deemed as true."
Oh, I will never stop loving my love.
I will follow him 'til moon becomes sun,
Until this fantasy I'm dreaming of
Becomes reality. And when I'm done,
As sure as the heavens are above me.
I am going to make my love love me.