A Note To Her
Never will I be the one
I can hope and pray ’til I’m blue
Never will he love me
The way that he loves you
From afar I sit and weep
Yet face-to-face I smile bright
All the pain is hidden deep
His love, in fact, is my plight
Yes, he loves me
Only not in the way I crave
Daily I attempt to be satisfied
Though I fear this love shall be taken to the grave
So I watch his love for you grow
And try to share in his joy
Because his happiness means the world to me
Even if my own life it will destroy
