His eyes danced a wistful waltz
As if there were beautiful music
But the music must've been on my face all along
As if all my features were a beautiful symphony playing heartfelt notes
As if it's the bridge of the song, he traces the bridge of my nose
And the ending of the song leaves him resting in my eyes
His eyes, longing to keep dancing
My eyes, yearning for his song
We look away
The music no longer heard

© ST.Mortenson