I sigh and look away from that face.
I look away from the face
as my heart exceeds it's pace,
and yet I watch the face today.

I imagine those beautiful eyes.
I love those eyes,
and I stare into them sometimes,
and they can never be mine.

I love the touch of your hand,
but touch it-I can't,
it would blow away like the sand.
No, I can't hold your hand.

We love each other so much,
and it's kinda rough,
'cause it will never be enough
my imaginary love.