From a distance I glance,
I can’t help but to stare,
I’m life-less in a trance,
As wind blows through her hair.
She’s a dove in the sky,
A fine gem in the snow,
How I don’t like to spy,
But I do even though.
Her eyes let out a smile,
But at whom does she see,
She sits still for a while,
Then she looks straight at me —
Could we be together?
Why aren’t we together?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *