I see before me a women,
a heart that’s frail, but true.
A light that shines on darkest nights,
a light that shines from you.

I can't correctly tell the world,
of how my heart does ache.
For if I told them how I felt,
then my love they'd take.

But even if I wrote the words,
and all the eyes could see,
they'd see the words I'd wrote of you,
but nought they'd see of me.

For it's you that holds the balance,
the key to open hearts.
It is your burning radiance,
that causes paths to part.

And there I lay upon your road,
a rock beside you path,
for not am I a polished gem
but a stone still ever harsh.

So watch I do, as you walk past,
all the beauty that you hold.
That beauty sung by poets once,
in days that we call old.

But now I'll sing your beauty,
though my voice is harsh and wrong.
for it's not the tone that matters,
but the focus of my song.

It is the angel I sing about,
with eyes that hold your gaze,
that face that makes the angels pine,
and makes my heart to raise.

So read the words I've written here,
and please don't think me mad.
As I feel so much care for you,
and still I'm feeling sad.