Pixi Dust

I wish this poem were pixie dustTo throw into your eyes And make you see the lovelinessBeneath my sad disguise. And I would take you in my armsAnd weave a magic spellThat I could utter anytimeTo make you love me well.
But alas my simple words Are like summer rainThat drums on hills and fields and hearts,Then vanishes again.
And though my love might make you bloom,You turn with fragile graceTo gaze in aching lonelinessAt someone else's face.
We lust for what we cannot have,A long, unbroken chainOf lovers who remain unlovedAnd loved who love in vain.
While I'm near mad with wanting youAs trees must have the sun,You cannot help but find a loveWho loves another one.