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To love a man, who is unseen to me,

through photographs he comes alive.

Through words we speak with no actions,

and yet for his love, I pine.



If he could feel the love I have to give to him.

If only he knew what I’d do,

to stand in his lover's place for one moment.

If I could fill her shoes



“Someday” seems so far away,

and seems to be held in dreams.

I wonder sometimes if I’m fooling myself,

to love a man who is unseen.



Maybe I gather these thoughts in my head,

that make him out to be,

a man I’ve always wanted,

But a man he can never be.



If I met this man I’d die in his arms,

but my heart would still beat for him.

If I met this man, I could love this man,

and would souly live for him.



Would I give up my life for you?

I ask myself, and others reply.

They say we arn't meant for each other.

but for him I would die.



On the stage, where we play our field,

to the audience, you remain unseen.

but you are real to me, and a part of my life.

You are a part of me.



I cannot ask you to love me,

or maybe your love is unseen.

I cannot ask you to be with me,

but I can always dream.



I don’t know what love is,

or if I could really love someone unseen.

But I know I would give you my love.

I would give you all of me.