I’ve been wanting to tell her,
How much she means to me,
To say how much I wish she could see.
That I need her like food or sleep,
To tell her how much I would weep,
If one day I saw her nearby,
If she didn’t wave or even say hi.
For I love Lucy so,
And she doesn’t even know,
For I would risk anything to see her smile,
To sit down and have a chat for a while.
But does she feel the same way?
The reason I get up each and every day?
Does she know how I feel?
And know that for me it’s just so real.
I’m sure she is aware,
Of how much I truly care,
But what if she doesn’t feel the same way?
Would she be able to love me some day?
There is only way for me to know,
I must go up to her and if I do so,
I will tell her exactly how I feel,
I hope her love is there but just concealed.
If she doesn’t love me I will pray,
For I need this heart to heal,
For what I feel is something big,
Something new and very real.
By Gabby Manuel