You sit in front
of a candle light
and I don't know
what shines the
brightest your eyes
or the candle light

the walls behind
you are red
the color of
passion

your hands
are solid
and your
your arms
strong

it feels as though
I belong with you
it's a strange feeling
being drawn to a
person whom
you know so little
about

guess that's just
another of life's
little mysteries

it was a long
time since I
last felt this
way - sometimes
I even don't know
what to say

and I just sit there
and watch your eyes
shine bright as the
the candle light in
front of you

better watch
so the butterflies
won't get burnt
just let then fly
in a safe distance
above the flame

you sit in front
of a candle light
and I don't know
what shines the
brightest your eyes

- or the candle light