My ears accept your words, without an utter from your voice.
Somehow what you say, are thoughts of my choice.
My mind to never tire, of listening to your dreams.
Somehow what you think, is the basis of my means.
My eyes welcome your glance, within your smile is my delight.
Somehow what you see, is a reflection of my sight.
Our souls to come together, this lifetime we are due.
Somehow who we are, are two hearts that are true.
Trudi 4/29/97
