Replay

Let the heart be the voice of reason.
The head is cold and manipulative.
It plays games with the heart.
Well, lately I have been thinking with my heart.
And it plays that one image over and over again,
Of you sitting on the couch, helpless,
When we knew we were first in love.
Where I could just stare into your eyes,
And lose all control.
A place where kinesthetics play no role.
The one image I never want to leave my heart.
The one image that I knew from the start,
That we were so meant to be,
Eternally.
But I keep thinking with my heart.
And if that image sticks to you like it sticks to me,
I know we will have a new beginning
And the image that will stick in my heart,
Is the second time we first love again.