I can’t say I know him, but the boardwalk looks inviting

I could see us walking, maybe even talking,

watching him for years, so handsome from afar

his hazel eyes to gaze in so dreamy near and far.

It’s better I don’t meet him, so I can dream of him;

I walk now through the boardwalk, alone with thoughts of him.

Look at those great mountains, in awe I’m just awe struck,

the wind blows through my hair, I think of his dark hair

boardwalk quite so long, time to just keep walking

so I can dream awake, for him I’ll just keep longing.