Our (imaginary) song.

It plays on the radio.
I smile.
It plays on TV.
I smile even brighter.

You don't know that this song is ours.
For I love you from afar,
Stealing glances whenever I can.
You don't suspect a thing...I think.

You're right in front of me.
You still don't know.
The song plays on and on,
In my head.

On a loop till the candle burns out.
But who knows when that will be,
Or if it will really happen.
You never know the candle might burn forever.