He gave me a kiss with his eyes.
He, using his smile, held me wrapped so tight.
He brought me joy beyond words because he used none,
Made me sing to music without a song.
"But how?" You might ask me.
"Was it magic?" Maybe.
"Or could it all be a dream?"
But, no! It couldn't have been!
You weren't me when I was with him,
When he kissed me with his eyes,
When my knees went weak and I felt I could fly,
With all of my inhibitions gone,
Sang to music without a song.
So, was it a dream?
No, but love? Definately.