Love Was On It's Way

I told myself,
the                  book
                  on the shelf,
meant love was      on      it’s          way.

And even though,
my          scared                                  hello,
brought meclosereveryday.

I’d still have      trou   ble,
as the man who stum
                                bles
on those words,             “w ill           you             go out      wi th m e?”

Sowithonequickglance,
I took                the chance,
to tell you          howI         see.

Inciteful?
               You may say so.
But I don’t regret               that day.

‘cause with the slightest ease,
and the                                westward breeze,
love was here tostay.

  ilove you.

© 2010 The Still Air