Sometimes I want to pretend that I love you and you love me.

Would you let me, just tonight, have that 1 small courtesy?

Whenever I'm alone, I think of your touch.

Your smell, your hair, you voice...means so much.

For some reason, your body and soul speak to me.

I hear it call me sometimes...I want to reply softly.

I'm here...right here...I'm yours in any way you want me to be.

You're mine. You're fine. I want to caress your body ever so gently.

Wonder if I'll ever find someone like you that can really be mine?

Or if I'll be left to wander the earth looking for my eternal valentine.

I wish I could tell you how I feel, but that would cross the line

That we've established over time as friends...

I'm thinking of you now...and always.

As Adele says..."sometimes it lasts in love...but sometimes it hurts instead..."