Lift the Toast
by Michael Doyle 

When in Rome, do as the crazy Romans do
That's how boys meet girls, and I met you.
Surprise with the clink of a passing toast,
That's when I realized your eyes shone the most.

There was something in your laugh I heard,
With a wink of your eye, nearly blurred.
A love song wafted into the early night,
There was something about it that felt so right.

The magic plays straight from the heart.
It's something special dressed up like art.
At least that's what you told me with your smile.
In a dream of a dream, you said you loved my style.

There's fun to be had in each passing day,
You show me that without knowing you're giving it away.
In greeting and goodbye, you tell me ciao bello,
And that kiss on my cheek only goes to show

That your heart knows all there is to know
By being genuine, not any kind of show.
Like a handwritten note, you know how to tell
All of my secrets that make me want to feel.

The magic plays straight from the heart.
It's something special dressed up like art.
At least that's what you told me with your smile.
In a dream of a dream, you said you loved my style.

Maybe no relationship is perfect, as one of those,
The type you see in the movies and would have chosen
As if that were some kind of the best ability,
To be within the parameters of loving capability.

But the one feeling that I feel we'll never invoke,
Is the cold-hearted goodbye that will never be spoken.
I know that from the way that you keep me near,
And it's funny how your laugh with me never makes me fear.

The magic plays straight from the heart.
It's something special dressed up like art.
At least that's what you told me with your smile.
In a dream of a dream, you said you loved my style.

(c) March 30, 2026    Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved