Change Course

The story of our love is imbedded in my brain,
Like the many seashells in the sand.
For many times I’ve looked at the moon,
As the soft light entered the room.

You seen oblivious to what you do to me,
The way you mess with the way I see.
The sunsets became more romantic,
And this busy life is a little less frantic.

Sometimes I wait for a little phone call,
And if not, feel symptoms of withdrawal.
Just one glass of wine makes me tipsy,
And your love frees me like a gipsy.

For your sweet kisses I still long for,
And the touch of your hands I adore.
So let me look right into your eyes,
And change the course of our lives…