I see you when you walk by;
The lustrious way your hair shines.
Wishing my hands could touch your face.
The radiant outline; My fingers would trace.

For ages i've loved you and ages have passed.
How long must this longing feeling last?
I gather my heart just to speak to you.
Watching you slowly like I always do.

Pages and pages of this story I write,
hoping and praying that you'll love me tonight.
When I tell you my heart beats to your symphony,
will yours return its calling back to me?

My breath quickly shortens as i'm nearing you now.
Wishing that you would just love me somehow.
I tell you my thoughts and what i've wanted to say,
but then pain strikes me down as you slowly walk away.

Now all that is left is your ghostly memory
and unwritten stories about you and me.
But maybe someday you will open your eyes,
and you'll give me your heart for the very first time.