I am sure that it could be a beautiful melody

Written there on the page in front of me

But how would I know, if it was never played;

How would I know, if the music were only to fade?


The words will dance across the pages of a book

Begging, pleading, and praying for us to just look

For words go without their meaning if left unread

And without being heard, prefer to just be unsaid


Thoughts run singing and dancing through your mind

As your countenance and expression you leave resigned

No one will ever know the beauty that shines inside

If you will always run away from yourself and hide


Love invades heart after heart, breaking and mending

Creating both sorrow and happiness forever unending

But love was only a word to me before you came

And then it received both a meaning and a name