I was an artist
One without a song
Every melody I tried
Somehow sounded wrong

Then one day out of the blue
We started dancing
To the same music
Unexpectedly, my dreams came true

Meeting you
Was putting words to my melody
We became a song
Reaching perfect harmony

Now, dancing to the same music
Swinging on the same tune
Dark days in December with you
Are warmer than nights in June

03/14/2002

Posted on 03/14/2002
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