When Fingers Meet Blank Paper

here we are
we find ourselves
standing at a mirror
seeing visions each other
seeing you-
our hands just touched
our pictures were intwined.

i feel so lackadaisical
silly slipping over
big white cotton clouds-
i'm in the air
you put me there
but you've got a net
to save me when i fall.

it seems so mystic magical
you mesmorize me
with a single move-
you hypnotist with
a flick of the wrist
i'm lost at words to say.

then you call me sweetheart..
you tell me how much you miss me-
make me feel
like everything is destiny
and i....
i
i know that everything's gonna be fine.
when it comes to people, you're my favorite kind.
it's great to know you're mine......