Heather Dale - May queen

I went to meet her for a friend.
A beloved friend,
who knew he could be there,
and knew someone who should be.

We love each other, even then.
A brother's love, he'd say.
So who else would he send,
to bring his bride that day?

They said she's lovely as the spring.
Imagine my surprise to find that they were right.
And I descend.

The careless sunlight in her eyes,
and petals in her hair.
I saw how he could love her,
the May Queen standing there.

And in that moment I understood
how he could love her.
And would they share
could never be for me.

I understood,
but yet I never really conquered
that heart inside that wishes
that could be me.

And I was staring at the sun
for hours, the morning after,
trying to burn it from my mind.

He's always been one I can't help but see,
when he's with her.
So of course I wish them joy, else what friend would I be?

And in that moment I understood
how he could love her.
And would they share
could never be for me.

I understood,
but yet I never really conquered
that heart inside that wishes
that could be me.