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...