As I lay through sleepless nights,
There is but one things that plagues my thoughts,
To think of you, wherever you may be,
Lying here, right next to me.
To imagine those lines and curves and colours,
And endless gazes at each other,
With glowing eyes and dark brown hair,
And a look that destroys my despair.
Your softened yet so sultry voice,
Your touch that leaves me with just rejoice,
A broken heart beneath layers of beauty,
If only you could see what I see.
Although your soul lies far from home,
Your wing's are clipped, your dreams dethroned,
Your complete and utter sacrifice,
To keep the peace, and let others rise.
I remember when we were young,
And my first love you had become,
So shy, so insecure, so very scared to lose you,
I didn't know that there was nothing I could do.
I held onto the dream of you for many and many a-summer,
But Decembers past and the dream grew dimmer,
When at last you had found your fix,
I knew my love had been replaced.
Although I could never bare to lose you,
You are the cause of my love-heart voodoo,
For once cupid's sharp arrow did strike,
And alas it has never done alike.
For you were my first true love,
My only, my white pure dove,
And though my heart to you is worthless,
My hearts desires will fight the surface.
The tears and weeps and cries will come,
When I stand beside you, when he has won.
And watch as you are taken from me forever,
Your best friend, and secretly the I-love-her.
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