Across the way and over the pond
There is one thing of which I'm fond
The majesty of beauty, of poise and grace
Of which I swoon, with just her face
Her laugh, her smile, leave me no air
With such charm, her presence is hardly fair
But how I wish things were not as they are
For I feel our gap is indeed too far
Not in space, but in time
Almost as if my frustration is a crime
So I will admire a rose in the desert
In a world of sand
Even if that means the rest of the world I'll see as bland
