I once thought I knew a name, a face, and love that was true. I once thought I knew, friendship. It would last forever. I once thought I knew a good man, myself, honest and true. I once hoped to see Her face. I once hoped it was for real. I once thought you can't steal a heart, without giving. I was wrong. Or was I? I cannot answer. And what remains are questions I cannot answer. I fear; I am afraid. I want to hold, and to be held. I want hearts to meld. I want to be true. I want to be good. I almost cry, I often sigh. I still dream, I still hope For love, somewhere, someone is hoping too. I pray we meet, we speak, hold hands, kiss. What foolishness is this?