It was more than that ...

It was more than that, that look in her eye,
when we spoke together, yet heard so much more.

It was more than that, that warmth from her touch,
when she casually brushed her hand across mine.

It was more than that, that sudden intake of breath,
when I'd look at her, and forget what I was saying.

It was more than that, that shiver of delight,
that spread through me, when I heard her name.

It was more than that, that feeling of knowing,
that I had shared something with her, a long time ago.

It was more than that, that burning desire,
to watch what we had, as it continued to grow.

It was more than that, that overwhelming passion that struck me,
when she whispered my name or touched my face.

It was more than that, that comforting surity that this feeling
would never change, knowing it would always be the same.

It was more than that, more than that ...
It was ...