To the girl who makes me sigh,
And wonder what it's like to cry,
And makes my heart fly oh so high,
I can't forget (oh I have tried)
That sweet smile you supplied.
Such rare beauty (that's no lie)
That none for you their love can hide.
That no man can dare deride.
But try instead to stay nearby,
That they can try their love to ply.
Be it weak, or bold, or shy,
They may your love attempt to buy,
But they not know you quite like I,
Thee is Juliet inside.
You care not of wealth and pride,
But the sweeter, softer side.
The part of man which none can chide.
Oh, that I might now confide,
I wish 'twas me who had your eye.
Then I could gravity defy,
And join you flying in the sky,
And we could be forever nigh,
Side by side in life's long ride.