A Tale of My Ms Nightingale

My take on the "Florence Nightingale" syndrome where one falls for someone who cares for them. It's also a take on the various types of love. You can love someone and not be in love with them, but they might not see it the same way.

Sudden bliss was found yesterday
I saw it in her eyes
She began to hypnotize my little heart
It's been so long since I've been-
Since I've felt the comfort of a stranger
I'm so scared I couldn't move
 

But she walked into my lovers dream
She came to me at night,
But when the lights turned on
She wasn't there at all
If only life could be a dream

I don't know the how or the why
She seems to have that something oh so special
She gave us all a little peace of her light
She wanders around us all
Trying to make us feel alright
And here I am mistaking her kindness for love
What type of man am I

As time goes on and by
I'll still be sitting here and wondering why
Can't she be my one and only,
But I guess that takes us to another story
Of why I take her kindess for love

Maybe because it's rare and pure
Maybe because it's make me feel alright
Or just maybe, just maybe
I've been burned so much before
That I gotta belive that she's the one
To bring ease to my little heart
And make it all right with the world again