Ardor, Love, and Life
That is why I sit silently.
I've told you before...
I need someone special to share with
My life, my words,
My life-long dream of love.
I know who she is,
But how can I tell her?
Here she sits, her hand on my shoulder,
Smiling at me...Reading my words.
Either a friend, or the lover I desire her to be,
Still, I need her in my life.
If only after I told her how I felt,
She'd still care for me just the same.
She's so special, so beautiful,
She means the world to me.
If only she'd open her heart, let me in.
Then the happiness of the world would be ours.
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