Her lips, her smile, her hair. (4/7/1998)

Her lips, her smile, her hair.  Everything about her is heavenly.
She turns, she walks, she talks, she is perfect.
You can see her soul shining on a winter's night, full of light.

She seems bigger than life itself.  She is just too good to be true.
But I, I am just a mere mortal compared to her angel's face.
I am unworthy of her love. Yet I want it too bad.

Ironically, I don't do a thing about it.
I am overwhelmed by her beauty, her lips, her smile, her hair.
Only in my mind can she and I be together but I must wake up the sun's cruel light.

I must wake up to bitter reality in where her lips, her smile, her hair belong to someone else.