It is called the impossible love,
Always wanting to be free as a dove.
Never wanting to stay,
But not wanting to go away.
They call it cruel,
For it is constantly waiting for a duel.
Not wanting to take that first dive,
That makes it strive.
And when that day comes,
Like it does for more than some.
Your love will become true,
Never again will it be so blue.
It will be a possible love,
Still letting you be free as a dove.
