i want to talk to you all the time, to hear your voice, to know you're fine, but you're not mine, and it's hard to bear, to feel this love, and yet not dare.

my heart beats fast when i see your name, and i long to talk, to hear your aim, but i hold back, for fear of the truth, that my love for you, may not bear fruit.

i wish that things were different, that you were mine, so i could talk to you, all the time, to share my dreams, my hopes, my fears, and wipe away, all of your tears.

but for now, i'll keep my love at bay, and cherish the moments, when you come my way, for though we're not together, i'll always care, and hold onto this love, so rare.