You are perfection
To the human eye.
You cause me to daydream.
You cause me to cry.
Deep down inside,
You're in love with another.
But inside of me,
You're more than a brother.
The green-eyed dame
With the ebony hair
Owns your heart.
While you worship her air.
If only reality were fantasy,
And rules didn't exist,
You'd be my lover,
And I'd be your Miss.
You don't understand,
And you don't bother to care.
You do not seem to realize
That I love you, Klaus Baudelaire.