As if we are in love with laughing eyes and warm glows

Across the gym floor not caring who knows

Or under the stars in the month of June

The stars spinning crazily in the dark of a new moon

Break into a waltz while walking through Times Square

Have everyone surround us and stare and not care

Exit by the alleyway under windows and fire escapes

Endlessly spinning the city's landscapes

Shall we dance in the mud or the icy spring stream

Shall we dance as one can only dance in a dream

You will be my Fred Astaire and I your Cyd Charisse

Our pictures in an album so many can share us

I will dance to music I play in my room

Across town you will accompany me to the same tune

We will be strangers who meet on the street

And begin dancing to the busker's drumbeat

Unable to be still in the enveloping heat

As if we are in love with laughing eyes and warm glows

Across the gym floor not caring who knows

Or under the stars in the month of June

Somewhere, they will be playing our tune

In the cold wind,

I feel your soft breath.

In a torrential rainfall,

I feel your single tear.

In a melting heatwave,

I feel your gentle closeness.

In your words,

I read tenderness.

In your thoughts,

I see peace.

In your glow,

you are everywhere.

I want to be with you

in this never-ending journey.