He waits for her when she's late
Walks her to class each day
She was shocked by this at first
But liked it along the way

These subtle little movements
Are carrying them closer
And neither said anything
So there's no roller coaster

Just sweet innocense
Remains there right now
Two kids, more than friends
Not lovers somehow

But the two of them aren't complaining
Take these subtle steps so slow
Neither will admit their feelings but
Subconsciously both of them know

For in the heart's unwritten language
Secrets cannot conspire
And somehow people come to know
Your honest heart's desire

And so the two of them go on
Still just friends, still a little more
There's no real title for these two
But what do they need titles for?

They have each other
Their friends
Who are just a little bit more