My bright light is not with me,
and hasn't been since the spring.
He shines from afar ever brightly;
each thought of him makes my heart sing.
His light shone into my heart one day,
when in darkest depths I did dwell.
He pulled me out, and taught me to smile,
and broke through my self-imposed shell.
And now my heart is filled with hope,
that in his light I may bask.
I worry that he does not feel the same way,
so I hide my love with a mask.
You see, his heart belongs to another,
though his heart I could wish to possess.
So to be his friend, is my only end,
and my love I can never confess.