A new set of lips
That curl into a smile
Every time my eyes fall to them

A new pair of eyes
That meet mine
Every time I decide to glance

A new spark
That gives me hope
That maybe I can love again

Yet she seems too nice
The kindness she radiates
Makes me cower

She's too pretty
Her beauty consumes me
Not with awe but with doubt

Just as I was too sure
That the last one was for me
That she was the one

And if that last one
Could fool me with "I love you"
Why would someone new be different?