She walked up to my door, with a smile in her eyes, Eyes, that told a story, of love and surprise. Surprise, as she held out her hand, reaching for mine, Mine, was ready to follow, wherever she'd find. Find a spark in the night, under the moon's gentle glow, Glow of her laughter, a melody that flowed. Flowed like a river, through valleys of doubt, Doubt disappeared, when she turned and stepped out.