A thought came alive, but away it hid
It stole a glance, from under the eyelids...
Sometimes from you, sometimes from me,
it asked for words to set it free...
Words to wear, so from the lips it can flee,
A voice it can embrace and sway with glee...
But this thought, Is a feeling,
Just a feeling...
Like a fragrance floating in the breeze...
A fragrance that is unspeaking...
You live with it,
I'm aware of it,
Out in the open for the world to see...
What is this unknown mystery???