Walking, your hand holding mine;
Talking just to pass the time;

Wondering if you read my mind,
And knowing you make me feel so fine.

Where do I start to find the words
That express the way I feel?
I never believed in white knights before.
But, now I know that they are real.

A gentle kiss, a tender touch,
Vibrations flow so easy;
Companionship, the kind I want,
Makes my senses feel so breezy.

Somehow I knew that if I'd wait,
The right one would come along.
And I was right, for there you were
To show me where I belong.

Wilma C. Hewett

Copyright 1995