Those eyes that speak and smile,
That love that seems divine.
These thoughts circling mercilessly,
This endless wait for destiny.
Those little things that matter so much,
A careless whisper or an innocent touch.
This tap dance of the heart,
This trepidation hanging over the head.
This hope for wishes to come true,
This hope for miracles out of the blue.
This pain that doesn't flee,
This pain for things that may never be.
This floating cloud love sits in,
And sails across, oh! Heavenly sin!
These thoughts circling mercilessly,
This endless wait for destiny...