If I was a figure of your imagination, I would be a good one. Filled with joy and wonder. But eyes? I'd have none.

I wouldn't see because love is blind. The only way to truly understand is of my own mind, without any faults or care.

I would be there. Waiting. Like I always do, just for you. I would stay forever, even if forever wasn't that long.

I wouldn't be able to see your smile, but I would still feel the joy all the while, singing together, feeling nothing but happiness. It feels so right, though it never is.

I am immature and very strange, like a child should be, though I am free. No one knows me like you do, not even myself. That, I say would be true.

One who bleeds for others, such as yourself, she'll be blessed with eternal happiness. I have seen the good in you, even if you think it isn't there I see the real you, which was always true.

Soon I'll have to go, so I give one last goodbye, for now you know that love mustn't die. Your heart is pure, hurt, and sore. Though one day it will heal, of that, I am sure.

take care dear, for life may be hard. But I am here to say, that our lives will go on even as friend or foe, farewell.
I will see you once more.