I Like Her, But There's Nothing More

Her smile, glance of eyes, confusion, But as last time I have to go, I’m sorry for this failed illusion I’m passing by her daily woe. I see the sympathy I feel it I play a fool my face is still. I smile to answer she will read it I’m little sad, oh, yes, she will. Say, what a pity she is charming Her smile gifts me merry mood It made me stop while I was coming For moment – eyes said, stay in brood over this moment it is shortest I have some feeling in my chest She’s in day-dream, but I’m too modest For that I have to go to rest. It’s funny, usually. Confusion. I save myself for whom, what for? I like her and her frail illusion, I like her, but there’s nothing more…