What am I to you? These days I wonder;

When all my force of love can't move this load,

So called your heart, which does like a boulder,

Stands still, my efforts bear no done workload.

A trailing zero for your Sig figure?

A semicolon in python structure?

The resistance of air in outer space?

Or am I friction on a smooth surface?

Earth attracts a feather with gravity,

But feath'r no effect on earth's dignity.

And love energy from me to your heart,

By conservation, must r'main counterpart.

Since I love you more, you ignore me much,

Seems love in you, change form to hate as such.