I begin to pull away
Like a hand from the heat of a stove
Afraid of getting burned
It's not you
It's my past creeping into my mind
Grabbing the reigns
Even though I put the cart before the horse
So pull me back from the edge

I want to run
Want to jump
But it's to late to turn back

I want you
I want to be with you
Why am I like this

A fool
And a foolish one at that

Man                                           Woman
He Smiles Curiously                        She Blushes Coyly
He Approaches      Asks her name      She shares it     Asks the Same
Mr Right                              Love at First Sight                    Her Smile is a Delight
"Meet for Drinks?"                            hmmmmmm                      ­        "Pick me up at 8?"
He knocks - 1 rose.                                vase, water                        Her perfume - sweeter.
Politely, opens car door for her                                The night keeps getting better
At the restaurant                                                      S­he sips her red wine
Conversation so easy                    She feels she's known him forever
"Would you like to dance?                "I don't dance very well."
"Indulge me, just want u in my arms."    ~Just a smile~
One hand at her waist, one on her back.
They become one, all others disappear.
Peering into each other's eyes.
No words are needed.
Their bodies
say
it.


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