As I try my best to be subtle,
But still be gazing at you...

What is there to do, when the sun won't shine?
When it seems you just don't have time...

She hides her face from all,
With makeup and with lies...

So hard is it for me
To gaze upon your face...

Look out the window m'dear,
The trees are on fire...

The morning sun rises slowly over the horizon
Lighting the world in its pure golden light...

I sit here quietly,
Just thinking of you...

I sit here, head bowed in decision
You pass me by with a quick glance...

I look at you one last time,
I see your face, I see it all...

I've had people ask me "how are you?",
I've taken to stopping, and pausing before...

I can't seem to tear my mind from you,
No matter what I seem to try...

The pure, gentle, golden sunshine of the late...
So beautiful, and warm to the touch...