Whenever you walk into the room,
You take my breath away,
Remember the time so long ago,
When I would have gladly played wife to your groom?
In my heart,
That era still lives,
But the problem is my brain,
It knows you don't realize I exist,
So onward I must go with my life,
No more fantasies of being your wife,
Every so often I glance into the past,
I see what could have been a love that would last,
But then I look at the reality of it,
And I shake my head and say, "Let's get on with this."
