why do i still show much concern
lest my feelings have discerned?
why do i keep an eye on you
just to know if you need me so?

why do i still want your voice
to hear over the oars?
or wish you'd say hello
and talk with me for a cup or two?

why do i still of you
wond'ring if you need me too?
yet you've uttered painly
that ours is impossible in our destiny?

why in my heart the music replay
the song we sung last valentines day?
and why do butterflies fly away
in my stomach right this way?

why do then i still have to ask
when it's obvious this love won't last?
if ill say the words " i love you",
would you say " i love you too"?

but no!!
let this fiction last,
for it'll never be the two of us
to sing the angel's melody
in a vast scene of melancholy..