Be me, the wind?
The first time I saw you, you stood out amoung the crowd.
As the wind runs his fingers through your hair,
I watch it flow, flowing lie a gentle river -
Full of peace and serenity.
How I envied the wind, able to be near you at all times of the day
Something came over me that night,
Like a spark that starts the fire going
it was to consume me.
I really care about you
I really would like to tell you that I love you, BUT ...
I know you love him more.