I am not in love with you, no, never that.
I never spend my days
In dreaming of your face
Of your smile, of your laugh
No, I do not do that.
I am not in love with you, how could I be?
I don’t wait where our paths
Might cross, in hope we meet,
Purely by accident.
A mere coincidence…
I am not in love with you, a silly thought!
I do not look for gifts,
Little presents for you
To entertain, amuse,
But, if I find something?
I am not in love with you, no, not at all.
I never think of you.
Not of how your hair flows
In the warm summer breeze,
Nor of how your soft smile
Enchants me, revives me,
On the gloomiest day
Nor of how I cou