I see her in the corner of my eye,
The appearance of a saint,
I hesitate to turn around because,
She makes me feel quite faint,
I relish every opportunity I get,
To gaze into those eyes,
I loose myself in admiration,
Unaware of time gone by,
Her voice sounds like velvet on the air,
It brings my heart to weep,
Her smile suggest she does not care,
Our love I fail to keep,
And as I look on in despair,
She is slipping far away,
My desperate heart wants her near,
My logic gone astray,
Alas it is too late the damage done,
I regret the impatient ways,
Demonstrated by one so longing,
For the love he found to stay,
I must say,
That now my life seems less full,
At times without direction,
But to my Saviour I have learnt to turn,
The heart of true affection
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