When I First See You Again From the moment I see the first glimpse of your blue eyes across the room I begin to feel your finger tips tracing fire on my soul. Your lips meet mine in a soft and lingering kiss flooding me with a warmth that spreads trough the depths of my being, and your arms pull me close to feel the beating of your heart, long before you’ve even begun to close the distance between us. The air around us becomes alive, magnetized, as our eyes converse, drawing us toward each other as memories mix with anticipation, And in those few split seconds between first sight and first touch, I have already experienced the magic that will begin again with the touch of your hand. june 2003