One

I'm just one among a statistic,
Of who will make it and who will grow.
I'm one more "i" in a crowd of sighs
That never ceases to stop its continuous flow.
One more girl who might die of a heart attack,
One more girl who might say no.
One more person who might get rejected,
One more mind that might die of an accident.
If I'm just one, and I'm so small-
Then why do I feel like a one of a million,
When I catch her gaze and dare it to fall.
To be so small in a world so large,
I'll feel bigger than a whale when she boosts my ego tall.
I could fall to my knees and thank the Lord,
But instead I think I'll tell her it all.

Her Beauty is a rain I'm blessed with each day,
Her voice an oasis than an angel would admire.
Sweeter than a pillow and softer than sugar,
My love, my sweet,
My living 'Annabel Lee'.