She is the poetry I'll never write... The song I'll never sing... The breath I'll never take... The hello I'd never say... She is the storm that never came... A havoc that was never wrecked... A bud that never bloomed... A love affair that was doomed. She ain't a starry night But the clear night sky... With just a north star hanging on her. A hope to find home... A hope to not err... She is beautiful from where I stand... Like a painting,her face hangs .. On the wall of my heart,my eyes could see. Locked away from the world,a place with peace. She is the one I'd never have. For she is the one I never loved. A lie I tell myself to live all my years.