February

She calls me in February
She ain’t my valentine
A woman of mystery
She’s so hard to define

I don’t know
If I know her enough
Or if I ever will
Oh how I wish
When I’m around her
The time stood still

At times she’s so candid
Like we know each other forever
And at times leaving me stranded
Wondering, if I should have done any better

Will I ever know
What was I to her
And what did our connection mean
Maybe it wasn’t real at all
Coz she was quite literally
The girl of my ‘dream’

I wish I could say
How much I cared
I look back in regret
With my feelings for her
Which I never shared

She called me in February
She is not my valentine
And now I know for sure
She will never be mine