As she leans down to take a closer look,
her hair falls in soft waves to the desk,
I sigh softly,
I want to run my hand threw her hair and whisper all i feel into her beautiful pierced ear,
She looks up blinking coming back from her fantasy world,
I wonder who she dreams of and if she thinks of me,
Her lovely hands so small and delicate push her wave of hair aside,
(Oh) how i wish i was that hand able to feel her face,
The delicate pink cheeks,
The soft wave of black silk,
If only she would look at me as i look at her,
She sighs her eyes light dreamily,
I want to lose myself in her gaze,
slowly her eyes close and her body relaxes,
I wish i could tell her how beautiful she looks,
How delicate and perfect she walks almost like she's dancing to her own private song,
If only she wasn't my best friend.