Two eyes across a crowded room, A spark electric in the gloom A fleeting glimpse of one with whom You can truly feel free. For one long beat the contact held A time in which you are enspelled. A time in which two souls can meld. If only this could be. Then comes a smile to match those eyes A gentle voice invites your sighs A voice as soft as butterflies that brush you tenderly. A voice warms your senses in its folds And gives in your heart to hold The hope that this could be...