It's those wild white horses crashing on the beach,
And when you look back she's so out of reach.
It's that breathless moment when you first made love,
Then the afterglow afterwards with those choirs from above.
It's that hold of a nervous but gripping hand,
That no one would notice, far less understand.
It's those secret signs that you both give and take,
The code that's just yours that no one could break.
It's that crazy kiss on a midnight street,
When the rain makes her wet cherry lips taste so sweet.
It's what cries you to sleep most every night,
And drags you from bed in the bright morning light.
It's that thrill that scares you because you let go,
But without it we're nothing, surely you know.
Written by Tom Simpson