• She listens to the wind softly
    As beautiful as a dove
    kissed by the sun,
    Caressed by the breeze
    Beautiful soft flowing hair
    He stares from afar.
    Knowing he wants her
    Not knowing if she wants him back
    Two seperate worlds
    She is too much for him
    He day dreams of her,
    Soft skin, pretty lips, and glossy eyes
    That much beauty he has not seen
    He burries his face in his pillow
    A love that cannot be.