I've never seen you smile, never heard you laugh.
Only seen your portraits behind a screen of glass.
Enchanting eyes, something about you.
A new inspiration, different ways to see through.
I'm going insane, but I keep holding on to hope.
The distance is so far, I would need a telescope.
Continents apart, lives so unique.
How come I keep thinking it's you I seek?
One in a million, maybe even more.
It seems like a fortress more than a door.
Is there a chance or am I just insane?
I can't help but think that this will end in pain.
Oh, why, Maya?