Monday 18 June 2012

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