The wish that won't come true,
the song that won't be sung,
the words that won't be spoken-
over, before we've begun.
The feelings we can't express,
the laughs we can't share,
the facts I can't tell you
of just how much I care.
Your lips, I'll never kiss,
your warmth, I'll never know,
holding you close, holding you tight
and never letting go.
Saying, 'good morning, ' as you wake,
watching you in a peaceful sleep,
the way I feel, the love I have
but it's all just a secret I keep.
Your beautiful eyes, the glances exchanged,
the silence or talking all night;
our shared love of music or an old flick,
how you and me feel so 'right.'
Sitting beside you, longing for your touch,
or missing you more everyday.
Spewing my words like a raging volcano,
till I no longer know what to say.
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