Sometimes I forget what you look like
And it scares the hell out of me
Other times I remember your smell, and nothing else
But no matter what, and without fail, I think about you daily

A girl of hope
A woman of beauty
A lady of love

Sometimes I remember things that I shouldn't
Small things of little consequence
Like when you lent me your pencil because mine had run dull
And you told me to keep it after

Other times I remember things I wish I wouldn't
Like when I told you, ''No,'' and said I had no interest
For I was simply too scared of you--scared of how amazing you were;
I paled in comparison

But no matter what, every night, I wish I had spoken sooner
I didn't know that you were oblivious
This was never a game to me: the prize was too precious
I should have taken the chance

Then I'd find hope
Then I'd find beauty
Then I'd find love