Love is Not the Problem

I met a girl the other day With trouble in her eyes I didn't know just what to say She needed my advice She said... I love the way he makes me feel At least I did so long But now its something half as real Like moss without a stone And she said... Love is not the problem We love each other fine But every time I see her face I'm wishing she was mine Every time I see her face I'm wishing she was mine I didn't know just what to say Or how to answer best I visualized the two of them Her head upon his chest She stood inside a doorway Each afraid to ask She kissed him then and turned away Her face was like a mask And she said, Love is not the problem We love each other fine But every time I see her face I'm wishing she was mine But every time I see her face I'm wishing she was mine.