How do you do the things you do to me
When I can't even find a tangible substance?
A substance which is only found in my dreams,
Hidden in a place we call the subconscious.
That sigh you give, with the unknowing smile
Which lies behind your knowing eyes.
It could be the sureness and the strength your voice projects
Which negates this never-ending enigma.
The redundant sparkle in your eyes is what makes me so weak.
The twinkle in your heart is what makes you so irresistible.
Your voice makes the Earth's spin pause for that split second.
How have I gotten tangled up in someone whose eyes only I have met?
When I listen to your God-given voice, I get a certain high
Which I can't place my hands on.
Your warm touch,
The sweetness of your caress, ghost-like,
Disappears when my eyes open.
If only I could carry out this intangible high
Somewhere besides my dreams and into the same world.
I try to take your brave words, and smile
Even if there is a cloud in the sky.
But all I can do is frown with the thought
That this path of unrequited love will one day end.
Not touching love with your hands,
That's what this is all about.
But why is it that we tend to fall illegally head over heels
With someone who we can only love in our dreams,
Creating this intangible high?
