I can love you . I can hate you .
I can hold you till the end.
I can see you when you\'re not there .
I read letters you don\'t send.
I can open up my heart to you.
I can offer you my soul.
I can hold onto the feelings .
Be them warm or be them cold .
I reach toward an outstretched hand .
Or is it really there ?
I reach out toward a loved one .
I know that you still care .
I can still smell the perfume .
That you wore behind your ear .
I can feel the dampness on my chest.
As from you comes a tear .
I wish you back in person .
Not only in my mind .
A love like yours is finest .
When that love of yours is mine.