Colour of Love
By Morning Star


I love him—though he may never know.
I walk beside him through places
we may never go.

I'm captivated by his voice,
The warmth behind his kind hello.
I love him—though he may never know.

I try to be there when he speaks,
Hoping that his love might grow.
But still, he may not truly see
How deep this quiet love can be.

I love his eyes—so warm, so true,
His tall, calm presence carries through.
His hands are kind, they bring no harm,
His smile—so soft, so full of charm.

I hold him close—so close, it aches,
Knowing he may never be mine to take.
But in the night, my dreams are free—
He comes to lie and speak with me.

He tells me then, with voice so near,
That I am loved—by one so dear.
And just to see him, now and then,
Can fill a lifetime
with what could have been.

But words escape—I cannot say
What might just make him turn away.
So I will love him from afar,
And wish upon a silent star.

I love him—always, and I will.
But he seems happy… and I stand still.
There's nothing more that I can do—
I just…
I just wish he knew.