She has taken my heart,
overthrown all that was once there.
Did I ever really know love,
before meeting with her stare?
She knows me inch by inch,
yet we haven't been a mile.
In my heart I have a ringing,
because my number she has dialed.
It's like the words she speaks,
are the thoughts in my head.
I wonder how she got in there,
speaking what my thoughts have said.
Her touch I cannot explain,
power to move my flesh.
At the very tip of her fingers,
where my weakness now rests.
So it is in her presence,
that all past heartache is healed.
My heart now becomes opened,
as she takes position on the field.
Dedicated to Lisa Lynch
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