Love knows no bounds
yet I always fall for the wrong people
that will never love me back
There was Francis, who raised me and loved another
He had Jeanne then and Arthur now
Then came my crush on the Ancient Roman Empire
He is kind and there is no way around how masculine he actually is
He passed on though he'd rather fall for someone close to him such as Ancient Greece or Germania
Then there was Romano,
but he loved Spain
and Veneziano loved me
My heart is broken in impossible longing
Why can't I fall for those who may like me?