Thursday, April 19, 2012

Our paths would have crossed in mid-air

If I'm flying southwards heading for home -
And you're flying northwards away from home...
Then our paths are bound to cross -
At one point or other on the journey...

I wonder if my heart would miss a beat -
Knowing that you're passing by beneath...
And if yours would have skipped a similar beat -
Knowing that I'm passing by above or beneath...?

Well, whatever it is, our hearts would surely know -
When to flutter a wee bit or do a little flip flop or a leap frog...

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