Melancholia

The chosen one

She is so damn lucky

Getting the gaze 

I searched for in vain

She must be amazing

If you trust her to carry your heart

A weight I hoped to lift one day

 

But I\'m not the Arthur to your Excalibur

I am no knight, merely a squire

Always riding by your side

Never able to aquire

The treasure in your chest

The one thing I truly desire

 

Not the umbrella on a rainy day

Nor a plaster for your pain

She is the first flower 

That invites the spring

Her laugh melting the snow

A spotlight designed to show

 

The sparkle in your eyes

As she walks by

The gentle smile 

As you say goodbye

You clearly made your choice

And me?

I am just one of the boys