Why must I torture myself, I know she could never be mine,

That I will have to be content to simply be near her,

And sadly, to me, that is absolutely fine.

She is incredible, more intoxicating than any drug,

Her presence makes me light headed,

The room spins after every hug.

It is ridiculous for me to be this caught up,

I was never so easily held,

That isn’t how I was brought up.

She has made me forget all of the pain in my life,

She is always there,

She pulled my wrist away from the blade of that knife.

I owe her my life, but she doesnt see it that way,

What a beautiful soul,

She makes the sun rise each day.