Oh this ache
Constant aching
My mind craves your intellectual stimulation
The words your lips form
That make my sweet soul churn
This hope that
In a day
A month
A year
Your heart will turn a new leaf, turn to me
If only dreams were real, sometimes
We'd be together
I bet you've never thought of us
Hands touching
Lips touching
Minds and hearts connecting
Feel the best of my heart when you're near
And you'll know the extent of this silly prayer
For a love unrequited is a sad one at that
Sitting, waiting for a change of heart
That won't likely come, but I want to believe in