Blindless Passion

What was I to say to her If I still had my sight Out of all the people passing I could smell her walking by... The perfume she keeps wearing announces her before she's near Although I never met her I get excited when I hear... The patter of her footsteps or the scuffing of her heels No matter if she smiles or frowns I know the way she feels... Then one day I spoke to her just sitting across the aisle I didn't hear her say a thing But somehow I sensed a smile...