The Wish
She was the sparkle in his eyes
He was the silver in her stormy skies
She was the purest white rose to him
To her, he had the value of a diamond within
He would wish
She would pray
That they both felt the same
That maybe one day
The wish
Would become a kiss
She wrote about him in her diary
He talked about her to his friends, you see
But neither knew each other's feelings
Yet he would wish
And she would pray
That they both felt the same
That maybe one day
The wish
Would become a kiss
But until that day
That wonderful day
Their kiss
Will remain a wish
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