My male friend would always say:
"True love is never meant this way,
No way you'd make each other suffer",
We were together cooking supper.
A thousand times I used to cry
With all him being so drip-dry,
More unemotional than smiling
He asked: "Could you please just stop crying?"
A minute later: "Keep on trying".
"Love happens, you will once find yours,
But don't you wait to be at first.
It ought to grow, it can't appear",
He paused while we were drinking beer.
Hell, he was right, one made me feel:
Had not before occured until
I thought about me and him,
And how damn blind we two had been.