There is a woman I like And I think I might, Be able to tell her how she makes me feel. She can see it in my smile, so I can no longer hide.
She is beauty to me and who knows? Maybe, She may feel the same way, if she is hiding her feelings deep. We always exchange smiles and when we talk time flies by; I see the blue lakes in her eyes and she takes me so high.
She lifts my true heart, way up, to be seen within my eyes. I could love her one day, someway, if only I knew her mind. She makes all people feel good with her loving words. She happily speaks of love, (not my bitter words of hurt.) She makes me dream of possibilities; Every time she makes me laugh, I see epiphanies.
No more doubting love, no more sad heart ache. I must believe in love; more effort I must make. I must throw myself into the eye of the storm, All in the name of love; all in the hope of her touch. She gives me confidence to once more try to trust. Maybe we could be good together And maybe… I could be loved.