I stand here and look at you,
but you seem so far away.
I've always admired you,
but you don't even know my name.
I've talked of you a thousand times,
but words cannot describe
The feelings I have felt for you,
this long time.
And if I ever see your face,
the butterflies race.
Oh how I wish for a warm embrace,
and to hear the voice I always crave.
But this just cannot be,
you and me.
for simple words cannot bestow,
the feelings I so dearly hold.
For you don't even know my name,
so it's just all the same.
