There's a powerful play behind her eyes
One that would make Shakespeare sigh
A tale of mirth and of glee
Of birth, death and tragedy
Her heart beats to the tune of that play
A rhythym so compelling all arround say,
"If I might live and I might be
One iota of what she sees
In but one act of her life
Than all the pity and the strife
Of this wild raging world would seem tame
And the great plays be put to shame"
If I could but act in once scene
Of this play, if just to be seen
In the right hue, in the right light
Shown anew in her wonderous sight
Then the great realease would be complete
For it is then when she and I would finally meet.