The Night I Sang the Unheard Song

The moment I first kissed you; I knew.
The way you tasted, the way you smelled.
The way you tried to hesitate;
The way you were held.
I trully knew that I love you.

It was odd, though…because I felt
As though I knew before I first kissed you.
Not knowing whether it would happen or not,
I fastened that feeling tightly to my heart;
The heart that held the unheard song.

That one night at the party,
When you invited me to sleep with you.
I knew what I was not supposed to do.
Fighting the feelings, the urges, the wrong.
My heart began to sing the unheard song.

Although I heard the angel on my shoulder whisper,
I had to give-in, just for one moment w/ my friend.
The caressing pull I felt from you;
My magnet of lebanon…
I could no longer fight what I’ve been fighting for too long.
I had to let out some of the unheard song.

It amazes me still, how easily we connected.
How we became inseparable friends;
How quickly I was affected.
I knew then what I re-learned at the party.
The kiss which couldn’t have been all that long;
The night I sang the unheard song.