He hovers over and around her like a bee on a flower
Yet he claims he just likes her and did not come for the nectar
He spends his days watering her daisies
Yet he says there is indeed no feelings
Does he think we are babies wearing diapers?
Or we’re blind because we wear glasses?

She claims he’s just a friend who loves to buy her gifts
And she is just a girl enjoying the sweet forklifts
She spends her day’s walking the street with him
Yet she says they are just pals with a common rhythm
Doesn’t she know she already wears a mark upon her forehead
That reads “she’s taken, guys stay off this thread’

I sit down afar off watching keenly with sympathy
As they run around like children on the playfield getting their hands dirty
I’m waiting for that fatal spark that undue closeness brings