My infatuations give me inspiration. Many takes on unrequited love.


Answer

She wears polka-dotted rain boots
And an arm slung 'round her shoulders
Walking through the plant shoots
But might as well be crossing boulders
If you walk further down the path
You'll catch glimpse of her small smile
And you'll forget your wrath
For just a little while.

She wears deep crimson flip-flops
And walks the path alone
Somewhere else a bomb drops
Here, she kicks a stone
She's wishing for the polka-dots
To stop and share a word
But her stomach twists in knots
She's free as an imprisoned bird.

What is love when love is fear?
I could ask why crystal's clear
But you would have no answer, dear
To the situation represented here.

She wears polka-dotted sandals
And takes challenges in stride
Grasps life by its handles
Tries to enjoy the ride
Why should her gaze bother
With those who aren't persistent?
She'll deny she even saw her
But she's always been resistant.

She wears deep crimson heels
But tends to trip and fall
Ignoring what she feels
Can make her feel so small
She'll watch her from a distance
Retreat to hidden haven
Try to forget; for instance
One polka-dotted raven.

What is love when love is fear?
I could ask why crystal's clear
But you would have no answer, dear
To the situation represented here.

And one day, bravery turns
To wipe away the coward's tear
But the notion of friendship fiercely burns
When red reveals her inner fear...

What is love when love is gone?
It's a question I depend upon
Do you have the answer, dear?

It's a rhetorical question- that much is clear.