I saw him every morning,
I saw him every night;
When I thought he wasn’t looking,
I feasted at his sight.
Tall and kind and charming,
He was the white knight;
A glance here, a smile there,
He made people swoon in joy.
Intelligent and hardworking,
Successful in work and life;
He was the perfect man,
In everyone’s eyes.
Oh, I have watched him grow from a boy,
Seen him stumble and jump and fly,
From the peripheries of his world in silence,
I have watched him all my life.
To him I was just a classmate,
Someone he hardly knew,
How I wished he could read people’s hearts as well,
Then he would know where my love flowed.
Not pretty enough to match him,
Not friend enough to openly say,
All I could do is love him,
In my own lonely silent way.
People say, love is blind,
Not the choice of a practical person,
I say, what different is love from hate,
If all you see is rhyme and reason?
He returned my love with simple memories,
Unknowingly playing his part,
I treasure those innocent joys of my life,
Along with the little memory,
Of the wingless angel who owns my heart.