When you walk by I get butterflies, when you stop the fire in my heart lights. When you walk away the fire fades, and I'm left inside the dark. Why does it have to be this way? Why must it be so hard? To tell you how I feel, and not worry about the fall. I can feel it in my heart, noone sees it in my eyes. This so called life is a new thing, it just doesn't feel right. That thinking about you, keeps me up half the night. I realise this may not last, I know it might be true. But how will I be able to tell, until I can break through..Love & Hugs~richard.
