Sometimes I feel
Like I can't help liking you.
You tangle my emotions into knots.
You look so good to me,
And you seem so nice,
You seem the perfect guy.
If you weren't married
I'd probably fall in love with you.
Though I know that would be pointless anyway
Because you can't love me -- you don't know me --
And I don't really know you.
So that is why I can't love you,
And I must change my like
To the kind that isn't in conflict
With wanting so much for you,
And with my Christian beliefs.
(For you are married,
And I want you to be happy.)
But I want you to know
That I will always love you as a person,
And I think you're great.