Your path to happiness
flows different than mine
but, often i do wish
that they would entwine

Again your familiar face i see
inner beauty shining through
i wish upon a falling star
that i could be with you

If you were in my arms
i would hold you very tight
but you look elsewhere
passing over me with your sight

Taking pleasure from strangers
you tell yourself your in love
but the truth of the matter is
you can't tell a crow from a dove

Knowing you desire me not
friendship i try to nurture
you see that i am a sailboat
but you're looking for a cruiser