Song

When a song catches you off-guard,
And it's the kind you wish
You'll never have to grow tired of;
When the words, the rhyme, and the melody
All point to your throbbing heart,
And you can't hear it play enough;
When everytime it catches you,
It's her still in your heart,
And her sad face in every line;
And hearing is believing that
She's alive and lives on
In melodious words bearing rhyme;
Hearing becomes seeing,
As if kissing a song.