Notes: by no means my best poem, and by no means the only time I've ever thought about this topic. It's almost a recurring theme in my works, although that can wait for a retrospective unlikely to ever come.
you smile, and tell me about trees.
and i think that, if i was a different person,
and it was a different world,
i could fall in love with you.
(you would not, not in this world,
but if you were a different person,
and it was a different world,
perhaps you could fall in love with me too.)