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To Her (#3)
Sadly, as you can probably see here, more than often I am the kind to sit in the background and admire a woman rather than simply confront her. I just could never get into the "Hey woman, let's dance"-type mentality. So, oftentimes I ended up with the short end of the stick -- her going for another man. Whether she liked me or not, whether she noticed my affection for her, my own reticence was my downfall. What always hurt more was when she would go for someone who would only hurt her, and I would have no place to say what I think of it. Such is life.
To Her (#3)
Instantaneous is the pain in my soul,
You turnded away, never to look my way,
You are blind to my love.
I reach out to you,
But the brightness of another man hangs over me,
You look at those who would do harm to you,
As if they were gold.
I would never hurt you,
I would hold you close,
I would protect you,
I would love you.
Why can you not see my love?
What is it that covers over your eyes?
Why must I remain simply your friend?
I love you deeply, it's true,
And I would do anything to be in your presence.
If I must be content with friendship,
Then so be it.
But never will the hope rest,
That you will see me as I do you.
For you are precious to me,
A collection of all that is good.
Angels light in your eyes,
And dance in your hair,
They have kissed your lips,
And given them their brightness.
You a vision of beauty unparalleled by any other,
My silence cannot last long.
I wish so much to tell you how I feel,
To hold you in my arms,
To look into those eyes,
And see love for me.
I want to touch your hair,
And feel it run through my hands.
I want to touch those lips to mine,
And feel the love I have always dreamed of...
But dreams are just that,
So still I remain silent...
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