Blue eyes stare into brown ones,
Gentle smiles break over faces,
The music starts, the screen cuts to black.
Behind closed doors
A hand caresses an ear through long hair.
And they’re dancing among the stars.
Nothing is said,
Nothing needs to be said.
Three little words
hang heavy in the air.
It’s on their lips,
in their eyes,
twinkling in her hair.
Eyes meet
And at that moment
She knows
And he knows.
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