yours is such a
pretty language
and i wish
i could speak it

but it's a matter
of circumstance

and that's just the way it is

again, i find,
once again i am
prodding at
my "wit"

to guide me though
i have no chance

and that's just the way it is

you smile, i wallow
you laugh
and i sigh
your aura never quits

mystified by just
one glance

and that's now how it is

i wish i knew
just what to do
with all this pent
up ****

but i pursue
hopeless romance

i want you, that's how it is