I watch her from a distance.
She cannot know I care.
For her laugh, her smile
or the color of her hair.
She's more to me that friendship
thought that's all she thinks she is.
It would be much simpler
If we weren't in the hero biz.
In battle she's a warrior
at peace a gentle soul
Her innocence and naiveté
has touched my very soul.
She floats a bit above me
so poised and confident.
I wonder if she knows
to me she's heaven sent.