the Tramp

I'll never know the feeling of his hand
the way he looks at her
like she's the only thing he understands
the way they dance, the way they are
the way he treats her
as though she were art..

she is his moon and he is her sun
he bathes her in all his light
all of his heart

she is the tide and he is her anchor
and when they hold each other in the night
it is love

and I'll never know the words she says
when they are there alone together
allowing her love to spill, to confess
the way he pulls her close
and she rests her head there
on his chest

oh what is love?

I've been searching and it's always so far
and I've been calling out
singing these words for so long
the trees have grown bare
can no one hear my song?
winter has come and it feels so wrong

and I am so lost here in the shadows
they call to play, but i know better
there is no relief in their cold embrace
and all I know is they're here to stay
could he be real? Is he there?
would he make my heart race?
and so my heart aches to know
what love is..