Wispy strands of cinnamon,
and orbs of chocolate brown.
A single tear stains my cheek,
gently rolling down.

I cry into the heavens,
but no one hears me scream.
And the one I hold dearest to me,
is merely but a dream.

Hair of the richest brown
and eyes that burn into me.
Seth, I love you very much,
if only you would see...

In my dreams we dance on clouds
until the morning's dew
And with the breaking of the dawn
he whispers, "I love you."

Though when I wake I'm all alone
and he is nowhere near.
So I begin my day, empty inside,
longing for the one I hold dear.

I give my heart completely to him
and in his hands it'll stay.
But he is ignorant of my gift,
and my heart dies more each day.

Tucked in the shadows of his life
is a place, I do not fear.
Because if I'm not with him,

(as I wish to be),

I'll be forever near...