He looks your way and you fall apart
While I'm standing here, hands on my hips
You say his kindness caught your heart
I think it's more that he caught your lips

She cuddles up close to you in public
If I roll my eyes, would that be rude?
Maybe it's love that makes me sick
But I think it's more to do with you.

Couples are walking down their lane
Did I say theirs? It's my street too!
Hand in hand, each pair the same
I kind of want to trip a few...

Don't mind me, I'm happy for you
My lovely friends whose lives are covered
In the honey sweet love's sticky goo
Floating in the bubbly joy you've discovered.

I apologize if I come off as blunt
But not everyone's out for a ring over brunch
So please stop hinting while I'm trying to hunt
That you want to propose over a "romantic" lunch!

(I just want to eat moussaka.)



Penned by my hand on the 14th of Phaestian, in the year 582 AF.