• And the dance is next week
    And I looked into your eyes
    Glistening like dew drops after a storm
    But little do I know that the storm had not begun
    I reach for your hand but stop
    The look in your eyes told me something
    That it wouldn't be my eyes that you wanted
    I guess I could never have that sparkle for myself
    Next week arrives
    The dance is here
    And here we are standing out in the cold
    And you had lost that sparkle in your eyes
    Those perfect eyes spoke to me
    She never showed....
    I reach out for you
    And embrace,
    And look back to see that shine again.
    My high school sweetheart.