Ritud

If I could paint a picture of a perfect woman…

it would be you.

If I could write a song to express how I feel…

it would be a song about you.

If I could hold your hand…

I would want it to be yours.

If I could hold your body…

I probably wouldn’t let it go.

But this would have to stay in secret.

You wouldn’t even know that I was there…

And I couldn’t live with myself if any of this happened.