As I look apon her eyes,
and her long wavey hair,
her beauty would be my demise,
espeaically from her looks so fair


I wait for that time that fits,
when I get to see her,
in the room she sits,
her hair looks softer than fur

During our time I don't talk,
I don't say a word.
I don't know what she thought,
the time is just an empty cord


But then our time has gone away,
just to wait for the next day