Love is a tricky thing.
It seeks companionship, yet is masking
The loved's true intentions through a veil
Of romance, rose-tinted mist that's all too real.

But it won't be enough. I won't play this game.
I know all of its tricks, I'm not unwise
Yet I can't help but wonder if you feel the same
Despite logic proving otherwise.

Though, I can't just stand there
And let the one I love float away.
I'll tell you how much I care
And see what you have to say.