There you stood, with a smile on your face,
And my heart skipped a beat.
I wondered what it was, fear or anxiety,
Perhaps even some mushy feeling.
Now I know, that every time there’s a smile on your face,
My heart skips a beat just to match your own,
to have a smile its own – A secret of my heart my own
No words said, no hands held,
Yet there is a glow within.
Never wondered how or where
But now I know it’s always been there,
That warmth that you feel within
When you are the one in his life.
Frost At Midnite 