[even though]It's of the divine
the thought of her lips meeting mine
it's tearing me up inside
harboring these feelings I constantly hide
It's not a matter of pride
I question if she can reciprocate the emotions I'd provide
I ponder what would happen should love set sail
the next casualty would be our friendship which would fail
that's not an option worth taking
I'd rather remain the friend rather than suffer through a relationships failure upon ground shaking due to the vibrations brought about from our hearts breaking
I'd rather remain the friend with whom she shares time, secrets, & meals
I rather remain a friend than battle with the onslaught disclosure reveals
I'd rather be the friend who on occasion gets to hear her voice
rather than falling out of contact to to a selfish choice
in secret and minus loves scar
I rather she remained my shining star
I would be able to bear
her no longer having feelings for me to share
tell her I love her? I don't dare
thoughts of losing her is a big enough scare
I hope to be the friend she relies on as she grows old
rather than being the associate she treats mean & cold
I'd rather love her from a distance in my own special way
I'd rather be the friend she counts on long after she has grown grey
As much as it hurts, it's best she never need know
Having her friendship is the best gift I could have the best gift she could bestow
remaining tightlipped about the love I long to expose
Forever I'll be her foundation forever she'll remain my rose...
