You stole something from me while you were here
\nA thing that to me I hold quite dear.
\nI knew it would be gone, right from the start,
\nI know it\u2019s broken, but can I have back my heart?<\/p>\n
And now for the rest of the story\u2026..<\/p>\n
Thoughts of rhyme have long since died
\nWithout inspiration I\u2019ve not even tried
\nNow you come along to light the flame
\nOf burning desire to write it again.<\/p>\n
We are the sum of the people we\u2019ve met
\nSome bring good, some bad, and yet
\nWe learn from each and every one
\nTo avoid the mistakes others have done.<\/p>\n
Visions of you and that cute little wink
\nYou lighten my heart and make me think
\nAbout dreams I\u2019ve not had for a while.
\nEvery thought of you brings on a smile.<\/p>\n
Your wonderful laugh and twinkling eyes
\nStir feelings in me I can not disguise.
\nOur time together was all too brief
\nThat my feelings are strong is beyond belief.<\/p>\n
You\u2019re gone now just as fast as you came.
\nNo more time together \u2013 such a shame.
\nYour life goes right back to the way it was.
\nMine now changed forever, you are the cause.<\/p>\n
My memories of our time bring on a smile
\nTo say I don\u2019t care would be such denial.
\nTo hold you, caress you and share a kiss
\nThose wonderful memories are all such bliss.<\/p>\n
To cuddle, caress and make love
\nWould truly be a gift from above.
\nI got a glimpse of how it might be
\nIf I were yours and you were free.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s said that in every life two people exist
\nWho will be perfect matches you can\u2019t resist.
\nNow that you\u2019ve come and gone away
\nI am very sad that it ended that way.<\/p>\n
\u201cHope springs eternal\u201d it\u2019s often said
\nBut my heart must listen to my head
\nYou are so perfect \u2013 gorgeous and smart
\nBut logic must prevail, forget my heart.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A different place and a different time?
\nIsn\u2019t knowing that it \u201cmight be\u201d sublime?
\nNow everyone else will be compared to you
\nThey\u2019ll fail \u2018cause to you I\u2019m true.<\/p>\n
Ah, the possibilities, tho\u2019 you say \u201cDon\u2019t Go There\u201d,
\nBut memories of you, they\u2019re everywhere.
\nIt\u2019s like there was nothing before you came along
\nTo fill me with hope, dreams and song.<\/p>\n
Thoughts of you never go away.
\nWhy this happened now I cannot say.
\nMaybe the dream is better in fact
\nYou may not like the way I act.<\/p>\n
You must have faults, yes, only a few
\nCertainly no better or worse than I do
\nWe are two different people that we know
\nBut in the same direction, couldn\u2019t we go?<\/p>\n
It would be swell to just have the chance
\nJust to see if there could be romance
\nGive the dream a chance to come true
\nYou think it\u2019s something we should really do?<\/p>\n
There are probably others who\u2019d question why
\nI would even think to give it a try
\nWhen those around might not agree
\nThat you and I, together should be.<\/p>\n
That our paths crossed now must be fate.
\nSuch strong emotion that feels just great.
\nYet the depth of affection I feel for you
\nIs dashed by what I know to be true.<\/p>\n
That you are pledged to another I cannot ignore.
\nIt\u2019s the painful truth of what came before.
\nThe mere chance of our meeting cannot change
\nThe course of our lives, no matter how strange.<\/p>\n
You say I don\u2019t know you, suggesting that\u2019s bad.
\nWhat I do know is, without you, I\u2019m left very sad.
\nLittle doubt in my mind that you\u2019re probably right
\nBut my heart says it\u2019s a lot more than one night.<\/p>\n
For you are the one I\u2019ve been waiting for
\nThat\u2019s more than you want I cannot ignore
\nBut I speak out no matter the cost
\nThe simple truth \u2013 without you I\u2019m lost.<\/p>\n
Words of the songs have new meaning to me
\nBefore you came along my mind could not see
\nHow long dead emotions had grown so cold.
\nIt\u2019s wondrous to feel alive before I\u2019m too old.<\/p>\n
You spun and you twirled at the beat of the dance
\nJust like my heart with thoughts of romance
\nYou made me proud just to be with you
\nSad that you\u2019re gone now, and I\u2019m so blue.<\/p>\n
I wake in the morning and wish you were there
\nTo touch your satin skin and silken hair.
\nTo caress your back and kiss your ear
\nGod, how I long for you to be here<\/p>\n
For all too brief moments, my world was okay
\nThen it was shattered when you went away
\nMy cup was half-full when you were near
\nNow only half-empty without you here.<\/p>\n
When I climb into my bed at night
\nI squeeze my eyes down very tight
\nGrasping for the visions of you and me
\nWith you by my side the way it should be.<\/p>\n
A hopeless romantic I am, it\u2019s true
\nI guess that I\u2019ve proven it with you.
\nBut I\u2019d rather live with my dreams
\nThan consider the facts, it seems.<\/p>\n
The pangs of happiness turn to sorrows
\nWhen I stop to think about tomorrows
\nWill I ever meet another who can compare?
\nTo the wondrous woman I met, it\u2019s not fair.<\/p>\n
That you\u2019ve got other plans, I cannot deny
\nGet on with my life and don\u2019t ask why
\nYou came along and moved me so
\nThat these feelings can exist at least I know.<\/p>\n
What \u201cmight have been\u201d is now lost
\nThat I miss you so much is the cost
\nOf dropping my guard and letting you in
\nYou showed me how unhappy I\u2019ve been.<\/p>\n
We all need our fantasies just to survive.
\nThanks to you, mine are alive.
\nI always wondered how you\u2019d appear
\nI thought when you did, I\u2019d keep you near.<\/p>\n
When I first came west in ninety-three
\nNever again married did I think I\u2019d be.
\n\u2018til now never met a girl to change my mind
\nTo remind me that I am the \u201cmarrying kind.\u201d<\/p>\n
In my wildest dreams I didn\u2019t think
\nYou could steal my heart with one little wink.
\nOr that when you appeared in my life
\nI\u2019d want you forever as my, ah, friend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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