I look at you from far away, and see such beauty,

I say, "What I wouldn't give to know her."



I now sit beside you, and the beauty changes to radiance,

I say, "What I wouldn't give to talk to her."



I now talk and joke with you daily, and the radiance changes to utter bewilderment,

I say, "what I wouldn't give to know her better."



I now go places and talk on the phone with her, and the utter bewilderment changes to sweet ardor,

I say, "What I wouldn't give to kiss those soft pink lips, what joy that would be."



I now have kissed her and the sweet ardor has changed to terrible love,

I say, "My God, what have I done? How don't I get hurt?"



I now have thoughts about that thought, and I still love her,

I say, "I'll risk it all to be hers."



I now am contented.