A fire rises in my chest
when I see you on the street,
it hurts so much to see
you walk away on your feet.

I feel such joy in your smile,
yet sadness grips me tight
when I lose your bright eyes,
your laughter, your light.

I won't boast of my heart,
but you're so good, it's true,
now I feel you're untouchable,
out of reach, so blue.

Now I sense in my chest
a lovely sensation,
everyone calls it love,
but I'd say it's passion.

I'm sorry, truly, I feel,
for the words left unspoken,
destiny's fickle like that,
gives and takes, leaves me broken.