This one goes out by request to a very special friend, and contributor to my work
He sees her standing there alone,
Dark hair shining in the sun.
Gazing over cerulean sea
Oh, how her looks do stun!
How he yearns to speak up!
Towards her, he would race.
Would she turn excitedly?
Would a smile illuminate her face?
Her sun kissed form calls to him,
Seeming to beg for embrace.
How he would gaze into her brown eyes,
How sweet her lips would taste!
How sweet her lips would taste!
Yet beneath that raven hair,
Behind her beautiful face.
He sees the hurt she hides.
Of pain, more than a taste.
How can she not detect,
The beauty he sees within?
On her lips a hollow smile,
On her lips a hollow smile,
Her outlook - sadly dim.
If only he could comfort her,
To hold nothing in reserve.
And to feel his love returned,
To have what both deserve.
Yet he stays silent as a ghost,
He is chasing after the wind.
His dream is a flight of fancy,
On nothing, his hopes are pinned
