Our passion was matched by only our words
That night we sat on the swing, as to be unheard
We sat and we talked and we smoked and joked
and as we continued on through the night
it seemed that each conversation took its own flight
as our train of thought soon derailed
our conversation trailed and trailed
Our eyes would meet, briefly and then
we would blush and start rambling again
You listened to me, as I laughed and cried
I couldn't resist you no matter how hard I tried
we sat closer and closer and closer until
my lips brushed yours, and now forever will.