By Nicole      nlowary@mindspring.com
Date: 27 September 1998

The Difference

One,
passes me by, leaving me to cry.

Another,
loves my laugh, kisses my tears goodbye.

One, 
holds my heart close, does not know it is there.

Another,
wants to hold me close, I can not go.

One,
looks, smiles, or points my way, I am in love.

Another,
tries to kiss, hug, and love, I feel nothing.

One,
does not know me, nor wishes to try.

Another,
his whole purpose is to find me out.

One,
I love more than anything, wish to make him see.

Another,
a friend at best, my heart will not work anymore.

The Difference,
why can't I love the boy who worships 
and forget the one who scorns?