You never noticed me,
Until the miles stretched and grew
The days stretched long and lonely,
And that memory stuck to you like glue.
I was wearing red
The sun set gold around me,
And you heard the truth I said,
Saw the love my arms could carry.
Now in dark, solitary hours, you think
And think, and you remember
Moments with me: picking daffies barefoot,
Singing lovesongs in December.
I am a mystery, but a safe one.
More attractive from a distance.
Having read my words
And seen my thoughts,
You think to find me as you've shaped me:
Pretty, passionate, inspiring,
Bent to your whims and desires.
You want my extra,
But not my ordinary.
