There He was, within your grasp, with nothing left to hide.
He was ready to make moves with You, building side by side.
A man with nothing to offer, yet, He had so much to devote.
He was a perfect dream to have, better than anyone wrote.
He was real and full of so much life, right there in front of You.
He said the right words, did the right things, it was something you never knew.
He was willing to walk a mile with You, if ever You had given Him the chance.
He would have given You all things you deserve from a whirlwind of romance.
He stood there waiting for what he could never hold.
There You were, within His grasp, living with Your heart so cold.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
There He was, within your grasp, with nothing left to hide.
He was ready to make moves with You, building side by side.
A man with nothing to offer, yet, He had so much to devote.
He was a perfect dream to have, better than anyone wrote.
He was real and full of so much life, right there in front of You.
He said the right words, did the right things, it was something you never knew.
He was willing to walk a mile with You, if ever You had given Him the chance.
He would have given You all things you deserve from a whirlwind of romance.
He stood there waiting for what he could never hold.
There You were, within His grasp, living with Your heart so cold.
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