I love him, but we cannot be,

For the man that I love, he is sixty,

I on the other hand, am two years past twenty three,

Others do not see, what I see in him,

He is a nuisance to most of them,

Goofy little trouble maker,

Quite the clown,

He made me laugh,

Even when I wanted to frown,

I will always love him,

Even though it can’t be,

Love sweet love,

For a man older than fifty

They say that love hurts, I can’t help but agree, I love him but he can’t be with me, I love him so, so deeply, I see him in my dreams at night, and wake up feeling not quite right, some people want me, I tell them I’m not ready, they wouldn’t understand the truth, my heart is just closed off, cause they are not him