"Love at first sight."

Sometimes is love at first sight mutual,
Though she didn't love me,
There's a painting on the wall by Vincent Van Gough,
And it looks so real.
Do I wonder which way her world goes?
I do.
I hereby wish my love for her expire,
Because she dislikes me,
I assume I'm not her type,
And hiding is no way to live,
Behind misery and in the confines of a cell.