Perhaps I will be a cynic
When I do not believe in his false intimacy
Her love for him like ecstasy
She is a child of but seventeen
Teen idle with low self-esteem
I am the voice of reason in this friendship
Full of hope that she need not jump ship
From a relationship too early sprung
Of quickly-gained feelings and false pretenses of love.

Perhaps I am a cynic
But I have seen love fail others constantly
Name my mother my brother and my friend for three
My head is full of romantic notions
But I have little time for a poorly brewed love potion
Love never lasts forever, does it?

Perhaps I was a cynic
I wondered if love could be true
When I look at you
I can believe it.