Time and time again
under the cold gaze of the moon
he stands for her, watching, ready
to protect her: her guardian angel.
He'd do anything for his love
and she hates him.

He calls her every night,
to tell her he misses
the sweet caress of her voice
on his unworthy ear.
He begs her to come over
and hears only the dial tone.

Outside her house yet again
staring, lovelorn, at her window.
He doesn't care what his friends say
or what anyone says anymore.
He's the only one who understands her
but he can't remember her last name.

He's a patient man; it's been a year
since she smiled and said hello
and he found his one true love.
She's had other boyfriends, true
but she will,and she has to
realize that his love is the only one
even though she's not smiled since then. 

He wants her in every way, every day
he wants to be her sweet Valentine
to run his fingers through that hair               to take her hand in marriage,
lead her into the honeymoon suite
he's spilt so much love over her already
he can't wait to spill it inside her.

Her friends say she's really scared
that she has no interest in such a creep.
But it's not like that: he'd die for her
he'll do anything his love asks
except leave her alone
or stop telling her she's beautiful.