Hand in hand,
we walk together,
saviouring every precious moment,
we have with each other,
before our hands,
once more slip on outta
each others reach,
when you disappear over
the horizon,
yet once more.

I have no care in the world
when I'm with you,
you make me feel so happy,
so special,
like I didn't think one
could ever do.

Is this what it's like to be in love?
When one can't stop thinking,
wondering all about the other,
during every waking moment,
throughout every sweet dream?

Whilst I'm picking,
most normal other lovers,
would have left you for dust by now,
being annoyed,
of feeling alone quite often,
I seem to be totally drawn to you,
almost compelled to
stand strong,
be by your side,
no matter what.

At the point now,
I am sure,
where I can't ask
or expect to find better
in a man,
no matter how long
I decide to keep on looking.

Slowly it seems,
as though yet another
piece of the puzzle,
is put into place,
almost finished,
almost won the race ...
for happiness is the most important of all,
... to find the real me,
of what my life is all about,
what I am supposed to achieve,
yet we all no that life,
wouldn't be so interesting
if it didn't have the odd path,
we didn't expect.

Written: Monday 19 November 2001