Thoughts

Can you see the falling snow?
And is that our song on the radio?
A soft sigh escapes my lips,
I think back, oh, how my heart skips.
The lyrics are now running through my mind,
Back to the love of a similar kind.
The person on the radio can't possibly know,
How these words made our feelings grow.
The fight to keep patient is certainly demanding,
Harsh in a sense, my mind reprimanding
My acts, thoughts, what I really seek.
You wouldn't believe it, my knees growing weak.
Then the DJ's voice fills the room,
Once again normalcy at the end of the tune.
But you look at me, give me a smile.
This is where I want to be for a while.