Her angel eyes shine with heavenly light,
Azure as the goodness of skies.
Her hands so soft, her words so kind,
Her blond hair as brilliant as Sun.

She flies through her life as free as a bird,
Her cheerfulness drives her forth.
She doesn't know; oh, God, she doesn't know
That she's the one who I want.

I'm dark as the night lit be trembling moon,
Whose sorrow forever I keep.
The words from my mouth carress her mind,
Yet do not reach her lips.

The light laughter of hers, her clever thoughts
Only prove to me one more time
That she doesn't know; oh, she doesn't know
That it's for her that I cry.

And her voice is too sweet for my heart to bear
So my eyes are again full of tears.
I reach for her hand, but I dare not touch
My gentle Princess of Wind.

I long for her eyes to drown in mine,
To embrace her each day of my life.
But she doesn't know; oh, she doesn't know
That she is the one who I love.

My very own poem again. And no, it's not in any way about Haruka, although the girl it's dedicated to does remind me of Haruka a bit (thus the Princess of Wind comment).