The way he spoke so softly with his deep voice and soft lips
The way his knee softly touched hers underneath the dining table
The way their eye contact could speak.
Till her last days she'd be loving him.
Yet, she couldn't tell him cause of her gratefulness to their friendship.
The way her cheeks blushed when she laughed
The way she softly looked down and smiled when they talked
The way her hair sparkeld when she swung.
Till his last days he'd be loving her.
Yet, he couldn't tell her, cause of his gratefulness to their friendship.
