There is a woman

There is a woman,

Somewhere,

Who has a smile that speaks to me.

It says “You make me so happy that I could burst.”

Her smile infects mine and holds me captive,

And I become a willing prisoner,

Of her smile.

There is a woman,

Somewhere,

Who has eyes that speak to me.

They say “I love you more than words can say.”

Her eyes penetrate my soul and hold me captive,

And I become a willing prisoner,

Of her eyes.

There is a woman,

Somewhere,

Who has an embrace that speaks to me.

It says “I never want to let you go.”

She embraces me and holds me captive,

And I become a willing prisoner,

Of her embrace.

There is a woman,

Somewhere,

Who has lips that speak to me.

They say “When I kiss you the world disappears.”

Her lips touch mine and hold me captive,

And I become a willing prisoner,

Of her kiss.

There is a man,

Sitting here,

Who is free but searches,

In the hope that he meets,

That woman someday.

And she takes me captive,

A willing prisoner,

Of her.