From a seedling to a tree,
My love for you grows free,
Through the storm of loneliness,
Through gloomy skies of emptiness,
Waiting the warmth of your sun,
Hoping some day we'll be one,
Is it pathetic that after all this time,
I think of you every spare moment?
Or is I just that I am in love with the idea of you,
And don't really want you?
May be I will never know,
The truth still remains,
I'll spend my days wanting you,
Wasting time I could be happier.