A Little...

There's a lady i know,
     Who's been rather quiet lately.
Its not entirely her fault,
     As I myself haven't been exactly what you'd call a chatterbox.
She and I have this thing,
     I might not like it that way,
     but I wouldn't want it to go away.
I pray that she and I are a thing to stay.
A thought n a dream,
     A card and a gift,
     A call and a message,
     Are all that are within our limit.
I hope she knows,
     It is her I chose.
When she is away,
     it is hers my heart yearns.
When she is gone,
     it is her my mind longs.
Even as she is far,
     I hope of this she knows.
When she is away,
     it is her I miss.
She aint here to hold or hug,
     she aint here to be aken somewhere,
     she aint here to be shown how much I care,
     she aint here to kiss or touch.
That she aint here is the reason I miss her so much.
I want to be a part of her,
     a part of her soul.
I love her from within my heart,
     but in a very confusing way.
I love her a love that can't be represented.
Neither by a bracelet nor by a ring.
This love I speak of,
     is a love that will never change No matter how hard it gets,
     no matter the range.
A little about me is all she knew,
About her all I had is a clue!
Yet all I ask for, is nothing but a little.