I love the thrill of it,
of that feeling I get
when he smiles at me.
He acts kind of shy,
but how could anyone not love the guy
I can only wish for the day that he will see.
Nobody has taken him,
and through the night air, so dim
I get that feeling again, because he smiled at me.
Although he does not know
how much I've let go,
just for the slightest chance that we could be.
It is a fantasy, really,
oh, so silly,
that you and me could turn into we.