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

I don't exist but in this moment.
I don't exist but to wonder at the present...

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

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

Our eyes have yet to meet, so the sun has yet to...
I've yet to hear your voice, and the birds refuse...

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

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

Tiny flowers sewn like a coronal,
Rest in the wet bramble of Lavender...

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

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

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

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