Of something I'm certain:
She wishes to be loved the way I love her...
just not by me
and that there is what keeps me from ever declaring my love for her (Not that there is need).
How pathetic is my destiny; forced to love her from a close, yet feeling distant.
platonic love?
On a different journey never to be crowned king.
I guess is true; the pawn always go for the Queen.
Has she ever noticed; to me every love song speaks of her?
Every book I read, involves both of us somehow?
Every verse I write, screams of my love for her?
That there is no other girl my eyes notice anymore?
That the days I don't see her, I don't exist?
Man o man how cheese can I be?
Makes me wonder of every "what if?"
