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It had been so long since I had seen you last.
I had convinced myself there was no chance.
I was over you.
When I planned my trip
Certainly I hoped I would see you again,
But did not expect to.
When my friend invited you to meet us
I knew you'd have another excuse.
Sure enough, you had other obligations,
Which you said you'd cancel for my sake.
Alas!

Then, when we met,
You went out of your way to greet me with a hug.
You would not let me depart
Without another embrace.
Alas!

While you may have some affection for me
It is no more than friendly, I know.
Yet you know not what you do.
So, though it was not your intent,
You awakened longings I hoped had died.
For how could I,
Frumpy, grumpy me,
Ever hope to win one
As charming and handsome as you?

If only you had found another excuse
And I had not seen you again.
If only you were more reserved
And had kept your distance.
If only I truly were over you.
If only you did not stir up within me false hope.
Alas!

Yet...I take such delight in your smile!
And thrill to your embrace!
I would rather sigh for what will never be
Than be blessed with ignorance of you.
I could not wish to be free of those arms,
Though they held me far too briefly.
False hope it may be,
But I'll take whatever you deign to give.

Exceptional I'd hoped I'd be spared this I should know better