Can you see her?
She's over in the distance,
Waiting.
Watch her dance.
Each movement is fluid,
Graceful.
Why do you still look the other way?
You could tell her you inner thoughts,
And she would nod . . .
Try to understand
But maybe you detected doubt in her.
She didn't try to stray.
Do you listen to her?
She's singing to you now.
The melody is entrancing your ears.
She yearns for the compliment you never give.
But love is patient.
Every girl has dreams,
For their mothers always taught them to hold on.
Women have spirit.
But spirit is easily broken.
Can't you see that she's afraid?
She wants to be.
She wants to live.
And you still refuse to give her glance.
She's holding out her hand to you now.
Can you see her eyes?
Get lost in their vastness.
Get lost in her purity.
You know she can't let go.
And you know that as soon as you take her hand,
Neither can you.
Waiting.
She's dreaming.
She can't live that farce.
She pinches herself,
And your scent fades away.
Everything around her turns grey,
And she rises from her slumber.
Longing.
Can you see her?
Watch her dance . . .
Watch her fall.
Watch her cry.
Watch her tear herself apart waiting for you,
Because she knows you will never come.
And her heart forbids her to say goodbye.
