Staring at a photograph,
His heart beats wildly,
Wanting to hold her and know
That the love he feels is real.
Her eyes, they say more than
He can describe with mere words,
And he simply can tell you
That he is in love with her--
A love that spans all time
And bridges all distance,
Not even would he look for anything more.
He doesn't know her voice,
And he doesn't know her touch,
But in his heart,
She more to him than anything that's near.
This love that he feels,
She did nothing to ask for it,
And he asks nothing in return.
It's the love of time ago,
Before they both were born.
She came from Heaven, he sees an angel
In each photograph,
And he has lived in hell,
And that's just where he's at.
In a place where darkness reins,
And in a place where her smile is the light
That guides him every day.
She takes him to new places
And doesn't even know
That when it comes to loving her,
He does so without wanting, demanding
Or even asking for more.
His heart was on his sleeve,
But she lit a flame down in his soul,
And the heart that once was broken,
Belongs to her and it's whole.
She knows not that she has captured his thoughts,
During the days and nights and forever,
And his words can only express slightly
What has been turned on in his heart and soul.
Robert J Nye (2007)
