Rhiannon
Bluelighter
My desire for her grows each day
But she, I cannot touch
There's no greater force known to man
Than the power of a crush
Haunt me in my every thought
Soothe me with your voice
You're a dream I'll never have
But oh, to have that choice
Free of traditional stereotypes
Natural beauty reigns your face
Your sharply tuned intellect
Puts mere mortals in their place
I don't believe in love;
But merely in obsession
My college-age forbidden fruit--
I must use my discretion
A void of uncreativity
Has been plaguing me
Yet with one look into your gentle eyes
It submits without a plea
I can offer you nothing more
Than my thoughts in the form of a prayer
And the assurance that--for me--
This is affection is oh so rare.
But she, I cannot touch
There's no greater force known to man
Than the power of a crush
Haunt me in my every thought
Soothe me with your voice
You're a dream I'll never have
But oh, to have that choice
Free of traditional stereotypes
Natural beauty reigns your face
Your sharply tuned intellect
Puts mere mortals in their place
I don't believe in love;
But merely in obsession
My college-age forbidden fruit--
I must use my discretion
A void of uncreativity
Has been plaguing me
Yet with one look into your gentle eyes
It submits without a plea
I can offer you nothing more
Than my thoughts in the form of a prayer
And the assurance that--for me--
This is affection is oh so rare.
