6 January 2010

It Won't Be Found



It may not be in the words I say,
It’s not even in the words I write,
It is in the power of a storm,
It is in the stars of the night.

You can’t hear it in my music,
You won’t hear it in my voice,
You will hear it in cry of free birds
And in the cheers of crowds that rejoice.

I can’t do romantic gestures,
I won’t write love poems or songs,
But, you’ll find it in the glint of my eye,
And in my smile that to only you, it belongs

I don’t know what Love is,
And I’ll bet no one else does too,
But I kind of have this feeling,
Every time I’m around you.

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