Report card After two Semesters

I know you are a very talented fellow.
Your poems can make me cry,
but I don't really care.

I know you are kind, smile in all the right places,
trying to raise my delight.

I know you listen to my trouble,
move your mind into mine when we talk.
But I don't really care.

I know you can charm, enjoy your conversation,
an impermanent amusment, not a home.
I set my lasting dreams on another and you

have won no heart here.
I don't really care.