You go unseen yet hold such power over me.
I seem to run from you,
from the thought of having to face you,
from having to face what you'll show me,
from the fear of what i might feel if i see you agian.
Will you torture me with things from my past,
or will you give me my most presious moments to come.
Even when i run i hope you will chase after me,
untill i can find the corage to love you always.
Still my feelings go unchangeed,
so i think to myself of how i love what you make me relize,
and the smiles that you bring.