Your hair so swift,
The sparkle in your eyes,
Your voice of passion,
This all makes me want to cry.
Me, who am I,
To think that I could have you?
Perfect in every way,
I can't deserve you.
I'm not special,
Or outstanding in any way,
I'm only a young man,
With a heart beginning to decay.
Me, who am I,
To think that you would even consider me?
Why should my feelings count?
I have no right to thee.
How my heart aches
For you so far above,
How my heart aches,
For my forbidden love.
Copyright 2003 By Alvin Shaul
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