Each word I pen it’s all for her

Some crafted muse that exudes hope

A tempting promise of what could be

To her these words won’t be wasted

I hope she hears them

Those eyes that instill confidence

Those lips that sing words of praise

Those hands that have touched this soul

Those ears I hope will be in my direction

I hope she hears it

Whether it be an old flame that burned out long ago

Or some coffee house waitress that has to smile

None will inspire me like she has

And to some fleeting chance that this might happen

I hope she hears me