A giggle here, a wink there, and the signs are out.
Then that skip across the room screams out loud.
Love is in the air.
Why do their heads tend to tilt when they talk?
Is it that their reasoning brains have gone soft?
Love is in the air.
Words flow seemingly to stretch the time.
Conversations on and on over red wine.
Love is in the air.
From a distance, we look and marvel
Keep going, you’ll never find another travel.
Worth,
Love in the air.
Dave Schipper © Rose Riversongs (2007)
Dedicated to Pam & Jim…..
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