I'm not that Girl

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:

Don't ((dream)) too far
Don't lose sight of who ~you are~
Don't remember that rush of ^joy^
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

Every so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the *ache* we feel
When reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And _Heaven_ knows
I'm not that girl:

Don't (wish), don't start
Wishing only >wounds< the