Day after day, time after time.
Looking at your picture makes me wish you were once mine.
Remembering those days, from way back when.
Remembering how I feel now, is the same from then.
Why we never became a couple. Who will ever know?
But friends of the heart always, it was never a show.
Through relationships, those have gone a wry.
All the way to friends or relatives whom have left us behind.
We are still gald to be in touch, even after all this time.
Thrills and chills run up and down my spine.
When I see you as a man who is so devine.
What could I ever be thinking here?
I ask and wonder why?
For rumor's have it you always loved those barbie doll types.
Those younger then I. Something's I just will never be.
So, why even think about what tings could be.
I will only finish my life with my dreams;
Imagining is much safer, even if the cowards' way for me.
KBF 3-1999
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