Buddhists say we suffer when we want what we can't have.
And like sunshine,
She brightens my day.
And each time I see her from away --
My mind blanks; I forget what to say.
This thing is real . . .
I'm confident, but I doubt myself.
I get nervous, which is not myself.
Do I need Eros?
Cause without the help --
She might slip away . . .
And though I wait patiently,
Time never had a reason to wait for me.
Do I give it another day
And make the mistake to see?
Or do I seize the moment?
Let's wait and seee . . .
So it's up to me and no one else.
If I don't take a chance,
Can only blame myself.
This is a Love I've never felt.
What will I do . . .?
