My heart will never know

The thrill of mistletoe.

For I know I'll never see,

Someone who could love me.

For this simple reason,

I stay in each season,

Thinking aloud to me,

What could there be to see

In the world outside

From which I hide?

And each time I realize

That my gazing eyes

Have fallen upon an angel,

One I knew quite well.

And each time I think

That I shouldn't blink,

Because she'd disappear.

That's my greatest fear.

So my eyes do forever burn,

And desperately I yearn

To take but a look away

For I haven't blinked all day

And driven myself to great pain,

Almost driving me insane,

Just to see one like you,

And I know I love you true.

Yet my heart will never know

The magical thrill of mistletoe.