she
She has no need to ask, for she just knows
that every beat of my heart is for her
and each passing second my love -oh, how it grows!
She has my heart, this I can feel.
I'd become a thief
if it was hers I had to steal.
I once had her heart,
but like her, it went away.
No matter how hard I begged
-yes, I begged!- her to stay.
I know not the reason we had to part,
but the things I'd do
just to get back her heart.
We now remain friends
and I still pray to the skies
that I can get back to the time
when my favorite thing
was to get lost in her eyes.
If she never feels the same,
I guess it was never meant to be,
but I'll be in love with her, eternally.
