When I think about
a guy who is my friend,
I see a pretty picture,
inside my head.
I like this friend very much,
But he doesn't really know I exist.
He's reliable and dedicated
He's a real man of God.
And when I see him working,
I know he's no fraud.
He works hard when he needs to,
But also knows how to relax.
I love to be around him,
I can hardly stand being apart.
I wish he was my boyfriend,
But someone else owns his heart.
Perhaps someday he'll realize
That I am standing here.
Standing and waiting, but not acting...
out of fear. |
Submission Name: Mr. Right (Revised)
