Thorns

Every time I think about you I cannot avoid feeling strange. You are kind and beautiful. But also human, because sometimes you are annoying. I see you and I think of you, while I think about you. I admire the way you think, and the way you speak. I admire the way you feel, the way you see. All your person is admirable. You are perfect for me. But you are not for me. Because I am not what you want...and I will never be. You're looking for something that I am not. You're searching for someone who is not me. I only ask the heavens....to find somehow.....sometime...Somebody like you......