I hear you smile, though you do not
speak.
It's the laughter in your eyes
I really seek.
Strange that two shall join together
and be as one,
yet never really touch,
when to another, a smile means so much.
Fantasy is sweet,
but would we dare?
And those whose lives
we share?
They do not understand
our true desire.
They give us only warmth,
when we need a fire.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
I hear you smile, though you do not
speak.
It's the laughter in your eyes
I really seek.
Strange that two shall join together
and be as one,
yet never really touch,
when to another, a smile means so much.
Fantasy is sweet,
but would we dare?
And those whose lives
we share?
They do not understand
our true desire.
They give us only warmth,
when we need a fire.