I touch her every chance I get.
I hope to see her in the hall.
I light up when she visits me.
I think of reasons just to call.
- and we're just friends.

I remember her by perfume scent.
I talk to her, so warm and wise.
I smile, she's not even here.
I long to be before her eyes.
- but we're just friends.

I dream and she is here with me.
Her touch lives on for hours, days.
We speak, and yet no word is said.
Hearts unconsciously repeat the phrase,
- we're not just friends.

I try to tell her, but cannot say.
I sigh, I think she already knows,
about a love I did not intend.
And yet it lives. And yet it grows.
- I love my friend!