First Love, Last love

I am around but HE is never there,
I seek him only to find,
the room empty that we should share.
HE it would seem will never be.
For as I change and grow
so HE never to finds me.

My first love, my last love,
your there maybe not too far away.
I seek you only to find you've gone
or I have passed you by.

Chances of us meeting
it would seem are odds against,
we're apart before we even meet.
What strange belief is this
that love should be given,
to be received
for it will never travel,
when we seem always
to pass each other by!

Lesley Roberts Re drafted 9 August 2003 113 words