How innocent this started out.
First a glance, then we talked,
And now we're having doubt.
Your heart you had given,
To a wife of many years.
My heart was rebounding,
From a marriage bound by fears.
From the day we met in the office,
I saw something in your eyes.
A longing sadness from within,
Not even you could disguise.
You compared me to a lost soul,
In search for inner peace.
You guessed I had been hurt deeply,
And found a way for it to cease.
Two people, seeking and not knowing why,
Unaware of each other's existence.
Until the day our eyes met,
And I gave in to your persistence.
We know that this must stop,
This has got to be madness.
But what harm have we done,
If we've erased a little sadness.
You come to me in darkness,
Where no eyes can perceive.
You complete me in a way,
That no other could achieve.
Debbie Dodson
March 03, 2000
