There is something in her eyes that drives this old heart wild
Something in her voice that makes this old heart sing
Something in her touch that holds me captive
Something in her soul that’s paralyzing.
She touches me in ways that I never knew existed
Causing me to feel things that have no name
Causing my world to shake without a warning
Causing me to participate in cupid’s game.
But oh you should see her in the midnight hour….
And know the way she feels in the early morning light…
And know the taste of her lips after a bottle of wine…
And know that you will never win this fight.
Because that thing that drives this old heart wild
And that thing that makes this old heart sing
It’s beyond any form of rhyme or reason
Beyond any means of understanding.
I can’t say that I’m in love…but I know it’s something real.
And that is more than this old heart ever thought that it could feel.