By Don H. Lemme.
He sits back and ponders, the what if and why
What if he were happy, why must he always cry.
What if she were his, to have and to hold
Going through this life, with a love that never goes cold.
What if just one time, he looked into her eyes
Saw her every wish and dream, with hope and surprise.
What if her dreams, were the same as his
Would she know it was him, will she know what she does.
What if she doesn't see him, the way he sees her
They pass like ships in the night, its all just a blur.
Could he make her see, just what she means
Could he ever really be, the one man of her dreams.
Looking deep into her soul, like standing on a cliff
A huge rush of love, but he still wonders WHAT IF.