Our eyes don’t really meet, nor do our hearts But from across the room we still are one (with complimentary champagne to enhance the mood) A secret one unknown and never to be known
Our hands don’t really meet, nor do our lips But from across our dreams we still are one (you whisper to me from my hollow pillow) A secret and sweet secrets still to come
Our lives don’t really meet, but they will, you see Some moonlit night when at last our world is free