but you won't be with me,
I will not get to gaze upon
the face I want to see. *
*
Chances are we might not get
to talk upon the phone,
On the most romantic day,
I'll feel the most alone.
I never noticed just how bright
the stars light up the sky,
Until I looked upon your face
and saw them in your eyes.
I never knew the burning flames
that come from passion's fire,
Until one little Celtic kiss,
ignited my desire
I never thought it'd hurt this bad
to love someone so much,
Until your hand reached out for mine,
with just a simple touch.*
(c) Deborah Woolverton
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