Can it be?


The bright light that I see in your eyes brightens my dark life.  It’s all I can see.
Your beauty I can’t escape, for each passing moment is a thought of you and all that we can be.

Do you feel the same?  Do you feel like me?

Both trapped in these social constraints, feeling guilty for the innocence we feel.
I know it’s true, it’s all I think… feel… believe.

Don’t you feel the same?  Don’t you feel like me?

I long to be by your side, your hand in mine.  So close not even a breath between us.
I feel powerful when I think you want me too.  Beyond your constraints, your commitments.

Won’t you feel the same?  Won’t you feel like me?

Can you help me find a place where we can be, you and me.  I think I know of a place, the little that I know, feel, think, outside of you.  Can we go there?  We can be free, just you and me.
It’s all that anyone has described, nothing but perfection, nothing but you and me.

Can’t you feel the same?  Can’t you long to be with me?

I want to take you to the place.  I’ll make it a surprise so judgment won’t make you blind.  Won’t make you choose what you think you want, what you think you need.  You want to feel me, you long to be with me.  I know.

It’s a beautiful place from what I have been told.  A perfect place for you and me.

I know you feel the same.  I know you long to be with me.

You look into my eyes as you start to see, to feel the peacefulness of you and me.  No more pain for either of us, no rules, no constraints.  I know it’s painful to leave your friends, and family, and kids, and work, and house, and hobbies, and life behind.  Yet as you lay in my arms you soon realize how perfect that bright light can be.  I’ll meet you there soon, right after you, just you and me.  Then you will see that you will love my surprise, that you will love me.  I know we’ve just met, but you are all that I can see.

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