We dont hold hands when we go into town;
Social faux pas put us on opposite sides of the street.
And I smile
Were smiling actors in a play
we didnt want to perform.
But you and me are we
And these people cant see
What it means to be
You brush my shoulder.
You smell like the jasmine perfume
I gave you for our anniversary.
Our eyes meet and
the world stops to stare.
Not today, you whisper, and were