And he sits there alone in his room with nothing but the music to keep away the solitude.

With nothing on his mind but her;
Her smile,
Her laugh,
Her hazel brown eyes,
Her raven black hair,

Those rose red lips.

And he’s convinced himself that angels are real,
Alas, he asks himself, how can an angel ever love a mere human such as he?
Every night he prays that such a miracle would find him,
That such a love would find him, and never leave him,
That maybe, just maybe, he’d finally get a chance to feel what it was like to be loved.

Now this isn't the first time he’s done this.
Every night, he lies on his bed as the night consumes him, and the cycle repeats.
The silent screams inside his mind,
The questions, the what if’s and the maybe’s.

And all he ever wants;
Is to see that smile yet again,
To hear that laugh,
To gaze into those eyes,
To smell her hair,

To taste those lips.

He sees the hurt behind her smiles,
The pain behind her eyes,
The emptiness in her laugh,
The sorrow she’s endured.

All he wants is to take her,
And show her the world,
And make sure that that smile never fades,
As the silent lover loves the broken angel till the end of time.