Her eyes, that pleading look, pulls me in
As though, the windows to her soul, say she needs a friend
In the beginning, I would have barely noticed her
My life was for myself, and my outlook was self-centered
As time progressed through it's normal stance
And bad relationships caused me to step back and have my thoughts rendered
The light from her mind
How beautiful, how kind
her outlook on life
was almost a sign
I wished to be the White Knight that whisked her away
But now, I find it ever so hard to simply stay
But, I know that it's time to try
Though, I still don't want to say goodbye.