You weren't my type,
to begin with,
well, until I got to know you
and even then I wouldn't have,
couldn't have
but, well I thought maybe
but then again maybe not
and even though we didn't
and we never would
there's still a place in my heart
that misses you, needs you,
your face, your expressions,
your naughtiness, your humour,
your ways, your voice.
You always had a sadness,
a look about you
that said you were,
kind of, maybe,
vulnerable
but I should have known
when I saw her face,
those eyes, dark,
bigger than mine
that you'd never
fall for me.
Ruth Walters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-should-have-known-7/