(Another Shakespearean poem)
I'll work so hard to win your heart,
as foolish as I sound, I will still care.
This love I hold, expressed through my own art.
Hope and doubt. Both are a pair.
As creative as I may be,
too simple can I be read like a book.
You can choose, love me or be free?
With all the work and thought it took,
my art holds no meaning, and 'tis be true.
My work is nothing but amateur.
But still I devote myself to you
Even as my mind faces torture.
My art is yet beautiful, masterful, and precise.
Not love, but emptiness in my art will it suffice.
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