One last question

I wrote this for a girl that, i thought, had stolen my heart. its obviously a bad poem because she said "No" (in many more words). or maybe i just don't have the correct vehicle..i don't know

When they say that love is dead

I disagree, thoughts of you in my head.

Love, they say is the crippler

Love, they say, mends

Yours is the moon that regulates my tide

Only you do i need by my side

Untold are my feelings which i will forever hide

Many times have i thought

about what i should do, since you cant be bought

Rain after a drought

Radar in the night

You are to me

My heart is no freelancer

Eagerly do i await your answer

Author's Note

please massage in any negative feedback. i'm a relatively soft person.