My Silent Love
Isham Jones 

I reach for you like I’d reach for a star,
Worshipping you from afar,
Living with my silent love.
I’m like a flame dying out in the rain,
Only the ashes remain,
Smouldering like my silent love.
How I long to tell all the things
I have planned.
Still, it’s wrong to tell,
You would not undestand.
You go along never dreaming I care,
Loving somebody somewhere,
Leaving me my silent love.

From: Lynncw@aol.com