In she, who is to me the pinnacle of perfection there is a trap, for this poor chap from which I have no protection She touches my soul, and fills the hole that gives my life it's meaning. This is not a role she has want to hold even when she is dreaming. Because she's great she does rate as one of my dearest friends. If her this tale I told it certainly would forbode our friendship reaching it's end. So I remain quiet despite the riot of my conflicting emotions. I want to yell, but I do not tell her of my vast devotion. Until she can see, in a different light me just her friend I will remain. I'll entertain no notions, nor make any motions towards a romantic gain no matter what the pain No Matter What the PAIN.