I See Him There

I see him there, The one I love. I see him there, With a baseball glove. His mind is just like my dad's, Making it like mine. He's good at math, And so am I. We both like science, Another similarity. We love music, To listen and to make. We're always looking To have fun. Sometimes even Jumping the gun. Keeping busy Is a must Since we're both crazy, Maybe even nuts. He likes the things That I like too. But it's all too good To be true. It cannot work, Me and you. And though I think I love him so, He can't be mine to keep. For my God is not his, And that's a big enough barrier for me. Therefore, No matter how I feel. This love I love Can't be for you.