I lie awake at night,
Hoping with all my might,
That you would feel the way I do,
Even in a slight.

But you will never see the light,
That glows of my love,
Even if Cupid shot you from above.

No matter how bright this light will get,
Even when its brighter than sunsets,
You will never see it,
For you are blind,
Or you  have to be not to have realized,
That I'm in love with you,
But it was never meant to be surprise.