Reaching for her

I'd like to tell you some more about her.
She's worth talking about, I could talk about her for hours.

It's the little things that make her so special.  For example the glow in her eyes when she talks or how her cheeks turn pink when you look into her eyes for too long. 

Every conversation with her is like a gift, even at home I go through them over and over again in my head. 
She always seems so open to me, but in the end she is closed. 

Even when she shows me her shine, she hides her fear and her pain. 
It is as if she is reaching out her hand directly to me and when I reach for hers, she pulls it away again.

Her laughter brings warmth to my heart, I want to be able to hear it forever and continue to make her do so. 
Even her voice is unforgettable to me, I can't get it out of my head. 
My thoughts revolve only around her, everything in me longs for her. 

Whenever there is a sad moment, she is there, right next to me. 
When it comes to my problems she is as close to me as ever. 
But when it comes to hers, she seems like a stranger and not with me.

I want her so bad,
everything in me craves for her.