by Roxanne Carson

Created on: November 21, 2011   Last Updated: November 23, 2011

Is it how he kisses my cheek,
Or how it is my heart he seeks?
Maybe it’s how he holds me tight,
Underneath the sky’s moonlight.

Could it be because he holds the key to my heart,
Or how in the morning, my coffee he’ll start.
Is it the glance when he passes me by?
Or how it makes me feel as if I could fly.

Is it the way he touches my lips
Or how he gently takes hold of my hips?
It could be the way he holds the door
Or how he scatters rose pedals on the floor.

Is this something I want to chance?
Is this the true meaning of romance?
I can’t be all but sure; this is something I am allure.
Enticed by this romance’s true meaning,
Letting go and giving in, I feel I’m leaning.

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