He looks at me
And I wonder if it ment to be
I look back at him
But there is no trace of a grin
My eyes go to the ground
Then I hear a faint sound
He is now sitting next to me
And his hand is on my knee
The other two are gone
For who knows how long
I look up to meet his eyes
To know that there are no lies
And as I respond to his kiss
I relise this
He looked at me
And now I know that it is mant to be.