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Just
infatuation?
Or is it really love,
I think of her both night and day,
My angel from above.
She
doesn’t know that I am here,
I sit outside her dreams,
Just wanting her to notice me,
If you know what I mean.
But days,
they come, and days, they go,
And all things stay the same,
I’ve never told her how I feel,
I know that I’m to blame.
But would
she be accepting, if
I told her how I felt?
And could I find the words to say,
To cause her heart to melt?
And so I
dream my life away,
As each day passes by,
But I will never know her love,
‘Cause I don’t even try.
Oh Lord,
what is wrong with me?
It can’t be all that hard,
To tell the girl just how I feel,
Instead, I stand on guard,
So that
my heart is never hurt,
I cannot take a chance,
I’ll never hold her in my arms,
I’ll never dance that dance.
Don’t follow my example,
Never try to wear my shoes,
For if you find the girl you love,
Just tell her, “I love you!!”
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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