I know you love her, I have seen your eyes.
I’ve felt the fading hope you keep alight:
The comfort and nobility you prize,
The wrongful longing you know you’d make right —

For guys, we know each other’s secret ways,
And well I know the unrequited game:
The agony of longing through the days,
And nights of dreaming, hearing your own name,

As spoken by that voice you know so well.
I know you love her, but that you despair:
For what you feel, you may, or may not tell,
But it won’t move her, any time, or where.

Like perfect grapes you look on and repine,
Full knowing you will never taste
The wine