Ever since a child there was this notion in my head That one day I would fall in love and wed Many saw us togather and did suggest That both of married would be best So being in love Or so I suppose I went ahead and to her marriage propose Her response was ever so nice and cruel "You are a fool" I loved her and knew it well Life would keep throwing us togather I could also tell And each time feel again the pain Remembering her scorn and disdain