love,  I once crossed it the road.
I thought that any two could be friends
But I was not his first time
He knew before he saw me
He placed his principles to be together
But I was too naive to understand
Being his friend was more difficult than not to be
We made a few pieces of road together
But he was more confident than I was able
I do not think he was ready to get involved
But I was ready to try anything
We can not say that all was well
For I felt almost guilty
Paths that do not suit me wanted to point
I felt that this adventure will end soon
What I knew is that I continue
Again and again trying to convince me
That would not follow me man to be pitied
I do not know how to tell him that for me is the end
The end of a road that can not be mine
The end of an alliance that pushed me into the ravine
Many others have crossed his path one day
Many have regretted not having changed path early
Some have pursued this route unimpeded
For the rest the memory remains in the cellar
How to follow a path that you perverted?
When you’re not ready to compromise?
I came to tell me that this friend does not suit me
If love and I can appreciate us
Much to do that we stay separate