Caramel

Your eyes tell me all I need to know.
Your are quiet and deep, but not serious about me.
You enjoy my company, but aspire to better things.
I am smart, but complicated - and spend too much time in a world you
Cannot enter.
You want pretty and lithe, I am neither.
At first you thought I was sweet, but you soon found out that my caramel
Had almost burnt once, and that I leave a bitter aftertaste.
You feel sad for me, and fear that I can’t take another disappointment.
I am angry about all that is out of my control, but I still wish you happiness.
And mean it.