A Park Song

Perhaps it's myself or maybe
 it's not, but I wonder
  why I'm afraid of
   her.

She's only a couple
 of blocks away, but
  I can't go up and
   speak to her.

I've already told her
 that I love her,
  and since then I've
   felt a cold shoulder.

She probably doesn't
 mean it to be this
  way, but it does,
   and life goes on.

Maybe I'll have a
 change of mood while
  in this restful park,
   but it would take a miracle
    for something to take a start.