A weary hand waves at me
A tired eye looks heavily
I think of giving a little smile
I think of having a surreal time
I move closer to her and touch her hand
Promise to take her to a magical land
She sighs and gives a stare
Her eyes lit up with admire
I never saw a prettier eye
Suddenly, she starts to cry
No sound comes out as she moves her lips
Her hand from mine starts to slip
She moves away, I don't know why
She waves again and says goodbye
Was that the touch of "love"?
That felt like snow, and flied away like a dove
Again love keeps eluding me
One day, a true love I hope to see.
