I Like To Write Poetry

I picked a rose from a magic garden and gave it to you.
But you picked off all the petals and told me that dreams never came true.

I went to the bottom of the ocean and brought you a long forgotten treasure.
You slapped it out of my hands and said I could surely do better.

I went to the greatest composer and had them write you a symphony!
You plugged up your ears and screamed that wasn't meant for you.

Under all this pressure I decided to reach into my chest and give you my heart.
You laughed in my face as you ripped it apart.

They say love is an art and I'm a reckless romantic.
There's just no pleasing some people, they'll leave you broken and frantic.