Dream On

His soft brown eyes
His soothing tone
His beating heart
Will it be my own?

Can I hold him near?
Can I look in his eyes?
Whisper in his ear?
Tell him it's all right?

But I know he doesn't
Want me like I want him.
But wouldn't it be nice,
To let my heart win?

I know it's just a dream
And I may never fall through
With this thing called "love"
But I guess I'll have to do

Without.