Our shadows cross the floors
Aspects of other dimensions in which only the dark side can be seen
While the lights overhead mimic the bright blue density in your eyes
That is unable to be copied
Even by those that have had the blue eyes before you
I want to meet the Master of Time and make him stop the clocks
So that I can walk up to you and take your hand
Without any fears or inhibitions
Or other people that may preoccupy the peace in your pace
I want to walk up to you and take your hand
So that we become something extraordinary
To those walking by
Or to those passerbys that may be watching through the walls of space
And the problems that crowd the corners of your mind
That my touch can diminish
And I only do this because I know that you can do the same for me
And this is what love is
Where there is an equilibrium of trueness, a reality of wonder
Where my life can be become complete by the dart of your eyes into mine
And I can find you and your palms and hold that which lies in the sweat of your hand
Because you have found me first