Beauty Within Trees

I hate how you've made
me fall in love with you. Your
soft spirit makes it
so easy to fly,
to soar, to just be around
you. I wish we did
not get along so
pathetically well. I
wish we didn't share
the same kisses. I
wish we didn't have the same
passions. Because we're
not perfect for each
other. In fact, it'd
be the worst pairing of two
people ever. . .they
don't make matches like
this in Heaven. Because it's
what we want, it's what
we'd like, it's what we'd
wish. And wishes don't come true.
I can't tell you how
many times I've wished
for you. I hate how you've let
me fall in love with you.