
The touch of your glance
raged in me a passion
like fire, that pricked me
by skin and quickly spread
deep with in, as my heart
pounded with anticpation
of what might come of this
strange, yet destined meet
I quivered inside as if a
bird shelterless in storm night,
but bore brave smile,
wait!
did you know that?
did you know that?
wait!
I bore a brave smile,
but a bird shelterless in storm night,
though i quivered inside, over
our strange yet destined meet
of what might come of this
pounded with anticipation
deep with in as my heart
through skin and it quickly spread
that fire that pricked me,
raged in me a passion
at the touch of your glance!