• I do not know you well, but what I know
    Enchants me, like a song sung far away.
    I cannot hear the words, but what they say
    Hangs softly on the hills where I must go.

    I see you furtively and note your eyes,
    Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;
    I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hair
    And wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.

    This love brings me sweet pain, but I want more,
    Driven by a dream I can't control.
    I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;
    In frantic hope I haunt your open door. heart heart heart heart