Falling Star

Once upon a falling star,
I glance around and there you are.
Laughing, smiling, standing there,
As I watch you, trying not to stare.
Hoping, smiling, wondering why,
the one you love, is not I.

I have loved but not like this,
the smile you wear is simply bliss.
Perhaps one day I'll have the courage,
to walk right up without discourage,
And tell you how you make me feel,
without being insecure of my appeal.
I'd put my sorrow in the past,
I'd never ever finish last.
A day will come when this will be,
Cause I'll love you, and you'll love me.


Tommy Breaux