| For fear, it can not be... |
The disbelief of merit Filled with glowing light the feelings that I cherish the moments that I long for I think of her, she calls to me I visualize her face, her whole demeanor and then instinctively, I smile I smile, before I cry I'm scared. I fear the worst, I fear reality the truth destroys my soul. And then, my god, I know... I know I can not be with her and as I feel the teardrops, running down my cheeks, my vision blurs, I dream of her, I see her face again and in another endless instant I start to smile, I start to smile before I cry... I cry, for love with her can never be. |
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