When I am with you It isn't that my heart seems so much lighter. Nor does a songbird flute a different trill. There is no reason why the world is brighter; No lonely place is here for me to fill. So why do senses dance in desperation? What is this stirring that I feel inside, a sense of gain, a joyous jubilation; An ecstasy I can no longer hide. Could it just be a chemical attraction? Electrons in the heart of cyberspace. A trick of light; an optical refraction that paints the smile transfiguring your face We have no substance in this time or season. Mere molecules within a master plan; But stronger yet than any valid reason. You are a woman. and I’m just a man. © By Thomas Vaughan Jones (TVaughanJones@aol.com)