There are times
when I think I might
drown in the sorrow
of my own heart

For everything seems
to keep us apart
time and money
and old memories

For the price of everything
I'll never know her
the feel of her lips
or the taste of her live

I long for so much
to hold her in my arms
until the night falls
and the nightingale sings

To kiss her
over and over
each time she'll let me
until we're both grey and old

I want to be near her
to feel the warmth of
her touch and the brush
of her lips against mine

I want the safety
that comes in knowing
one as beautiful as her
could love me

The sight of her
makes my heart race
even if she isn't perfect
I love her

They all seem
so oblivious
to how happy
she makes me

I want to be
even just close to her
to memorize the shape
of her face

To map her freckles
would be a heaven sent gift
that I would cherish
for the years to come

Even if it were only
for a moment
I long to show her
how much she means to me

But it's all for naught
because she's not like me
and she's not close
and I'm too far

I suppose I could
simply wait
or move on
but my heart hurts

And I think she
might be able to fix it
but she'd never
see me the same way