Will you love me away for a day, and night in any way. Today or another day there is a cure, for your thoughts are pure. I know of this, but these are vain thoughts of older males, as the dust settles your trying to find your shine, or clean a window pane as the gust of wind blows, I walk past you every day, you do not know my name and I ask if only for a day if we went away, shyness cripples me I dare not ask, and so I walk past, a thousand memories of what could of been with you are now gone.