My head aches
from too many takes
the thought of you and i meeting
your soft lips
the sway of your hips
the way the clouds seem to clear away
we've never spoken
at least with gestures and tones
we pass notes under a table
unable to give up that fantasy
a vision i hold so dear to me
pretty girl, dark brown hair
pretty girl, with that diamond stare
eyes as deep as sunset oceans
like the landscape on fire
this abyss that i call my heart
Heaven holds a place for you there