Your eyes, your hand,
Your lips, they land...
Right on the edge of something bright
Poignant, coy, yet dangerously right
Let's weave together like the first time we met
But first, just tell me that what you said, you meant
Our hands clasp together, tighter than before
I hear your words whispered softly, "More..."
I crack a smile, and brush back your hair
Yet sadly, my love, I feel that you don't care
I want to love someone, of that much I knew,
But did I really, truly, honestly love... you?
Of course I did, and I still do,
I will never fall out of love with you...