It s an internal rhythm. Like the rhythm of love the internal rhythm of a heart beat It s in the air. It blows by you like a peach feather finding its way touch the face of a newborn. It s on the park bench at lunchtime, its even in the most unexpected places like faces of whom you ll never know or quite understand. You re caught up in the rapture.
Romance is an inside job.
Never came from courting. It was a feeling you already had it just took something or someone somewhere to remind you to enjoy your own rhythm. Remember your own rhythm. Thanks in advance. July 2000 Summer is officially here.