I'm not begging you to love me. I'm not really even asking you. But isn't it alright. If I cherish that hope in my heart? If I dream of just holding your hand. It will hurt me-not you. I will try to keep my eyes from shining. When I see you. And I promise, I will try not to smile a special smile. When you say hello. But please, don't ask me. Not to love you.