i listen to the wind
hear its sound
i listen to my heart
hear the strength in its pound
i watch the water
touch it with my feet
i notice his fragrance
smelling ever so sweet
i listen to his voice
more gentle than the wind
i listen to my soul
which accepts him as if an old friend
but he stays so distant
lets me look but can not touch
he'll only let me wonder
no matter if i cry, scream, or such
its only a glimpse
into a heart i can not own
if he wont even trust me to feel
then i'll always be alone |