Might This Be Love?

Empty glasses on the nightstand tell a tale of illicit love.

A borrowed bed, a hotel room; drinking stolen wine.

But when I close my eyes, I still see his brown eyed smile,

And on my lips the ghost of his mouth kisses mine.

Oo-oo-oo; might this be love?

Words that were not spoken tell a story of their own.

A smile that held promises of love to come. magnetised my soul.

And then I found myself searching for a heart that I'd only glanced,

And I heard those silent words screaming, 'Please take this chance.'

  Because, oo-oo-oo; might this be love?

I can only guess that fate had plans for me.

Took me by the hand and led me, to where he would be.

Made me think;

Oo-oo-oo; might this be,

Oo-oo-oo; might this be,

Oo-oo-oo; might this be love?

(c)  Sharon Cox June 2012