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I saw her just the other day,
Her eye's touched me and I wanted to cry.
Not to cry because I was sad,
But for once because I was happy.

I never been happy like that before,
I've never been as happy as I was near her.
Aware of the tears about to breach I tried to stop,
I even tried to look away.

I kept looking back though,
Kept staring at her.
I know this is not love,
but then what could it be.

Thinking back to the time,
I question my choice.
I said nothing,
Just looked and left.

Is it not that I should have spoken,
should I have said what I could.
Perhaps I will see her again,
Then again maybe I won't.

My heart sinks deep in my chest and the tears come again,
thinking about her makes me happy.
Not having her around makes me feel empty,
This isn't love I tell myself.