when now again, it skips a bit...my heart,
whenever I look under the old tree,
it's where I see again, his wonderful sight.
Each morning jumps highwith a lovely sunshine,
that when I step outside my door,
I see him, on the tree,
like it was before
Each day, as I walk across the lanes
my heart just melts as he passes me by
I couldn't walk closer, I am too scared
I cannot stare any little, I am too shy
When I lifted my head, much to my surprise,
I saw him looking at me, not knowing why,
He must have uttered a word, or five
But I walked away..too scared..too much
From a distance, on another given chance
I saw him walking, I stole a glance,
He must have known I am looking,
He looked at me, looking at him, and I felt so pulled in.
Chances are, and longer time, are things--
that I pray at night,
That I might have the strength to reach to him
,And start a friendship blossoming.
A beautiful wish, each time I stare
at his lovely sight under the old fig tree,
That I might one day be his ride,
And with him, under the sky, every day and night..
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