There he was, a few feets from her,
with only a few people separating him from her.
All he could do was stand from a distant,
watching...waiting.

Memories set adrift to a time not so long ago
A time of innocence
Where Love was pure
When it was you and him against the world

Oh sweet memory
Although the ravages of time
Will consume you
All he could do is just keep the memories alive
in his heart

There he was, a few feets from her,
feet rooted to the ground
as if an unknown force was holding him
The words could not escape from his mouth

Oh the dastard,
why did you cower beneath the pressure.
Alas, you are half the man you used to be,
for underneath that sharp exterior
you are but a lonely child.