Yes, I love you and wish you were mine.
But, that, is not a possibility.

Perhaps you want me, maybe love me.
But, that, is an improbability.

What was it you said? "Wrong place, wrong time."
"But not", I said , " the wrong soul as I long to be thine."

And so we agreed, to be just friends
the best that we could be, for the longest time.

Here I stand, at the outskirts of joy,
barely sated, not quite starved.

A wistful hope that will not die,
wondering if one day you'll be mine.