Have I hid my heart away
so far that none may find it?
Will I always be doomed to feel this way
and never be able to show it?

What is the secret that I have missed
that my love for her is such a mystery,
that she never really knew how I felt?
What did I miss along the way?

How is it that no one hear my cries of pain
or sees the track of my tears?
How is it that as I wander the halls
no one sees me crying?

And in my silence can't they hear my sobs
or is that sound trapped with in me
so that all they see is the smile
thinly playing across my lips.

How is it that when we were together
she never knew me at all?
That some how she could have believed
that it was only a physical attraction?

How is it that she could believe
that after our first kiss I could ever give her up?
That she never touched my soul
or changed me forever?

And yet when she looks into my eyes
what is that she sees?
And why does it make her uncomfortable
to return my gaze?

Perhaps she can finally see my heart
and how it has been broken,
and only now that it seems to late
are my emotions becoming clear to her.

And perhaps that is what I see myself
when in her eyes I gaze
that her heart was broken too
by my own inability to see.

That in hiding my own heart
I hid my eyes from hers,
and never felt the love
that she had held for me.

And so now I face my greatest fear
and in silence I must wait for a day that may not come,
emotions always at the bursting point,
for the granting of my wish...
to spend all the rest of my days with you.