He hasn’t any hope that she
Will ever look his way;
It’s just an idle fantasy
That comes on him each day
It isn’t his to stand by her
The day she’s dressed in white;
It won’t be his to see her
Mid the wonders of the night
He will not ever touch her,
And she will not ever know
That one who loved her truly
Set his heart to let her go
Is it a loss to give up
What we never really had?
I think it is; but there you are.
In truth, it’s kind of
Sad
