Nohiboka

There's someone out there I love and he doesn't know...

There's someone somewhere who loves me but it's only like.
There's someone with me I like so much but it's too close.
There's someone next to me who is perfect but it was too fast.
There are some around me inviting me but they're not there when I need them.

And there's someone out there I love but he doesn't know...

He's like my brother, my father and my dream in one.
He feels the way I feel, but he can express.
He thinks the way I think, but he finds a solution.
He believes the way I do, but he is strong.
And he lives what I dream.

When I think of him I start crying, not because I'm sad, but because I'm so scared he could cry in that moment, too.
When I think of him I feel so ashamed that I'm not as good as he is.

And I wonder how God could create someone whose mistakes are even so sweet that you'd bargain them.
And whose words are so wise that they float like pure gold in your veins.
Whose eyes observe you so truly, you feel they'd go blind if they ever lied; and whose smile is so honest and warm that it could never be spoiled or darkened.

There are secrets in him so deep, I could never understand their meanings.
And questions in him that I'm dying to find their answers.
I feel so small and meaningless when he tells me that I mean much to him.
And I cannot stop imagining lying in his arms.

Nohiboka, you know what I mean.
You might call me too prim...
and what if I am?
And what if I'm not royal enough for you?

Then I don't wake up for a long time and the days just pass
because no one is there to hold them back. To hold me.