Not one moment has passed
That it's not crossed my mind...

I'm sitting here and staring at the door.
I'm at the place you talked to me that time...

I don't quite know exactly who you are,
And yet I see you daily passing by...

Her eyes so bright, the darkness they don't know;
Her face so fair as snow that falls in night...

I don't quite yet know who you are,
nor do I know if you actually exist...

You know so little of the things you do
The smallest twitch or movement of your hand...

Your chestnut hair tied tightly in a braid,
And flawless strides that follow from behind...

Tonight,
I almost went into your room...

I
Like a tree, I surround myself...

I usually only see you walking by
The sidewalks carry ev'ry gliding step...

The harder i stared at that picture,
deeply into the reds and the browns...

You are nothing more than a fleeting vision.
Your visage is a mere reflection...