"Whenever sang my songs
On the stage, on my own
Whenever said my words
Wishing they would be heard
I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy
You'd always be there in the corner
Of this tiny little bar
My last night here for you
Same old songs, just once more
My last night here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
Oh, did you ever know?
That I had mine on you
Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer
So let me come to you
Close as I want to be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart beating fast
And stay there as I whisper
How I loved your peaceful eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you
Darling, so share with me
Your love if you have enough
Your tears if your're holding back
Or pain if that's what it is
How can I let you know
I'm more than the dress and the voice
Just reach me out then
You will know that you're not dreaming
Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer."
When I was a lad in junior high, I thought that love is all about grandiose acts in the name of romance. When I was a highschooler with raging hormone, I thought that love is all about physical intimacy. When I was toying with the idea of being an adult, back in the undergrad, I thought that love is all about showing long term commitment, that you are ready for the responsibility of raising a family.
But, it is actually much simpler, isn't it? It might be a quick glance across the room, knowing that you understand eachother. It might be lightly laying your head on the other's shoulder after a long day. It might be a secret smile, an innocent touch.
It's not a dream,
but isn't it beautiful?
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