• Her face, beatiful as sunlight dawn,
    blesses my life of shadows with it's rays.
    her lips, reminiscent of love forgone.
    her voice and her smile sets my heart ablaze.

    she lends me the will to live, just for her
    she's all I hold dear, she's all i want
    my disease is heart-ache, she is my cure
    but when up close, all she does to me is daunt.

    I see her everyday, but there's nothing
    I can say, much too shy to say "hello"
    every word she says i despretly cling
    every time i see her, I fill with woe,

    but, through thick and thin, begining to end,
    i will love her, even if just as friends.