Always the saint, 
never the sinner. 
Always the strong, 
never the weak. 
Always the friend, 
and never the lover. 

Waiting in the shadows, 
hoping someone will notice...
The tender, warm-hearted girl
Who just wants to be loved. 
The girl who longs to be held
like she's precious, 
treated like a goddess, 
filled with this emotion
that always evades her. 

"I am always the friend," she whispers, 
tears falling softly onto her sleeves. 
She hides her feelings well, 
except from those who know her best. 

A man strides to her and scoops
her into his arms.. 
A mysterious stranger, 
her saviour...