How did you know what I was thinking
When I was thinking about holding your hand
You grabbed mine first
Like some line in a verse
And I can't begin to understand
Synchronized randomness in a world of no consequence,
Or minds tied together in a net of one consciousness
Can you read my thoughts though?
Then I want you to know
That you are beautiful
Right down to the bone
Throughout your very soul
And if you can't read my mind
Then you ought to be told