Picked up from drifting waters,
Of loneliness and pain.
Given moments of hope knowing,
Nothing has yet to come of us,
Just more than friends.

A friend is everything,
It seems she’s more than I could ask for,
I never saw her –
I was blinded by my own,
Selfish image of hope and future.

But she’s more,
Than I ever,
Thought I would have,
Giving some sought hope,
To being with her.