Her love You know the sort That makes you lay your head against the hardwood floor Questioning yourself Or no one in particular Where did she come from? Do you remember eagerly awaiting an answer From beneath the crevices pushing against your jaw line As the silence gnawed on your bones Because I bet when she touched her fingertips to yours Both of your souls response insinuated a path of many colors Did her laughter warm your frost bitten lungs? While her stare burnt bright behind your irises? She probably tenderly confided in you a thousand silent words Day after day Until the depths of her beauty lit that fire inside Igniting it with a smile that threw your heart into the wind Every time She was that commercial love , Right? Misty meadows and crashing waves with summer salt She was that drown in her kiss and leave you gasping for air, love That lay your head on the hardwood and wonder where it all went love Am I right?