I feel it coming and it’s not fair.
Your blue eyes and peppered hair.
They call is transference, I’m pretty sure
That awful attraction, that undeniable lure.
You listen to everything I say.
I know you have to , that’s why I pay.
I like to dream though, I often think
That into your arms, I might sink.
What would happen if we ever kissed?
It won’t. It can’t.
You’re my therapist.