I'M Not Sad

I'm not sad. But I need to right a poem that's sad. I mean I need to write a poem that's sad. You've got this boy. I'm sure he loves you. Being all that you are, This is all he could do. Yet you fall without clash Into my arm. You are not being rash For my love is a farm. You told me to hug you You held my sweet hand, I dreamt that I kissed you Your subtle demand. I guess what is sad Is falling for you. It's not really bad It's just something we do. You surely love him And he surely loves you. But I "know" that somewhere You wonder how I'd do.