WATER AND OIL   

I'm like water.                           
She is like oil.
Both don't mix well together.
Yet, I still imagine us being together.

What can I offer her?
I'm just plain, like water,
while her status flows like oil—
rich and thick with affluence.
Like oil, her family's influence has depth.
Like oil, her heritage is colourful,
while mine is colourless, like water,
lacking a strong substance.

Indeed, I'm a nobody, craving to be somebody.
Do I really stand a chance in winning her heart?
All I can do is gaze at her from a pool of crowd.

Is it possible for water and oil to truly mix well?
I guess only fate can tell.