I will still be there,
hiding and peeking from behind the ivy,
while you will be sitting under the willow tree.
The ivy, trying to caress, the willow from far away.
The leaves may
never meet but senselessly,
the stem is not distraught...

I will still be there,
shying, behind my homemade cookie,
that you devour for once and glance at me twice,
morphing in a love rookie,
I can not bear,
your wispy eyes.

I will still be there,
when you leave me fazed,
seemingly, all drunk and dazed,
you never opened up your heart,
but towards its windows,
I forever gazed.

I will still be somewhere,
near you,
you will never give me my love back,
there can never be pleasure,
but just looking at you,
designates me...