There is a guy that I adore

who doesn't seem to know

He cares for me but as a friend

Why can't there be something more?

Maybe I'm wishing for something too soon

Maybe things should go nice and slow

but where's the fun in that

Where is the speed that's just right for us?

Upon his face I gaze, although I feel he knows

He tends to see far more, you see

than he leads us to believe.

October 2007