Foolish

It is foolish to feel that way that I do.
I'm not supposed to fall in love with you.
I don't know, can't figure out what I'd say,
And I doubt you'd even feel the same way.
If you did, or I were older, even then,
It doesn't matter, you are taken.
You have read your vows, said the words 'I do,'
You are married with a wife that loves you.
So, I'm stuck wishing, hoping, and dreaming
Of something that cannot, will never be.
You can never know the way I feel, then.
And I will be nothing more than your friend.