She wears a dark shroud of mystery
I watch in an adoration of silence
She speaks to me I become nervous
She knows not what to say, but nor do I
I think of things like holding hands
Dreams of holding her, loving her.
I care I more then care
But I cant show
The fear of rejection
Those thoughts and dreams shatter in my face.
But still I care more then care
But still cant show
I think of all the words to say
What to do
I think of how to show her
Then it comes
I do now more then care
I feel little signs of love
Of compassion
Of hope
Underneath the dark shroud comes beauty
I rare beauty
As well as understanding
I care so very deeply now
I have found the words to say, found what to do
I tell her, truly tell her, how I feel
And pray she feels the same

^.^ I'm really glad i met you ^.^