How can I tell of thoughts not of known, when I search
for breath every time were alone.

I thought I heard you talking softly, quietly in the
distance,
a sound so sweet to fill my soul, if only for an
instant.

I sit alone, your face so clear,
How to tell you these thoughts my dear.

Each day that passes is one day closer to watching the
light around us capture the beauty of your face.

Each day that passes is another day closer to feeling
my heart melt like snow when I see your perfect lips
turn into a smile.

Should I gather these thoughts, as a lake gathers
rain, and it overflows its banks, as my heart does the
same.

For each end is a new start, each break makes a softer
heart.

And timid and shy, is all that am I, dashed thoughts
of confession, as she descends by. 

Destitution dwells within hearts of the cowardly.
But the strong walk in righteousness, and follow the
lamb, and evil is banished by loves mighty hand.

But what’s one to do when he feels so alone, should he
unstitch his heart, as a gift to be sewn?

So sip the breeze, take a breath, take my hand, and
lay to rest.

As I stand on the heels of the footsteps of dreams,
her face haunts and consumes me it seems.

So I gaze from a distance, too shy for a stare, my
mind taste the beauty of the sun through her hair.

Her eyes glow with kindness as I dream to myself, her
lips laced with honey, and sweetness itself.

I want to tell her the way I feel about her, she's
shook up my life, my thoughts are a blur.

I want to take her to movies, and kiss her goodbye,
tell the world I love her, and write her name in the
sky.

I wish to buy her flowers, and show her I care, for
I’d climb clouds to heaven, if I knew she were there.

Fair and gentle, as a breeze whispers subtleties.

Pick a flower, drift away, hear these words I with to
say.

Would she ever let me hold her hand, would she ever
say I am her man,
Could I touch the face that erases all pain, or all I
feel die in vain.
Could I feel her hair fall all around me, as she
guides my eyes to learn to see.
Could I hear her say my name just once for me, in her
special way of subtlety.
Could I feel her heartbeat beside mine, as I gaze upon
her beauty divine.
Could I hold her as we watch the sunrise, as she
speaks to me, only with her eyes.

And will she piece my love together, for its been torn
apart, will she let me touch her soul, or write my
name upon her heart.

I care for her, and need to know if she feels the
same, for if I died this very moment, as my last
breath escaped me.....It would whisper her name..