Untrue but altogether real,
Unhappy but for now content,
He sits alone beside his gal
To hide the message he has sent.

Unreal his hope but faithful,
Untouched by dreams but hazed,
Avoiding, playing like a fool.
It's just a conversatin thread.

Unable to show it but still half sincere,
Unborn, so, unable to look at the sky,
And peacefully embrace this augmented fear
And join her in the infinite sigh.