My muse has a smile that brings light to a room,
The heart with passion as vast as the sea,
The eyes of a wolf on the night of a full moon,
And love that isn’t meant for me.
The passion in me, it’s meant for her.
The smiles on my face, they are because of hers.
I wished once upon a star, that she’d do the same,
But now I know that’s not her way,
and I shall live on with pain incased.
Loving someone is a special thing,
even if they don’t feel the same way.
It’s a treasure to hold onto,
and never let go of the wonderous pain.