She looks at me with star-crossed eyes
There is love and misery
Oh, but I feel it to be
I cherish her and she enjoys my company
I feel for her, and she feels for me
It's a distinct wonder
How far we'd come and ended so
it creates a feeling of completion
An unusual irony
Two people meet and part everytime
Because there's no potential, either can see
I never needed her, and she never needed me
I am barely aware of what she will spare
But it might be, just might be, the next best thing that has happened to me
She really needs to take her time
To reach her, I need to get in line