Please let me touch you, in the way that’s never been done, Let me reach out into the darkness the space where you make your bed and let me sit with you, whispering comfort to your weary head; Or, instead, Allow me to spend, the waking mornings and lazy noons snoozing right next to your warmth opening my eyes to your freckled smile, and the green in your hazel eyes, barely visible unless you try.
Please let me touch you, in the way that’s never been done, And let me tug the web of thoughts strung around the corners of your mind Let me spin with them, and when the room goes dark let my hand be your comfort, and together, we can make things right.
Let me touch you, in the way that’s never been done, And let me clasp my hands around your heart the fragile thing, the half of mine, and let me carry it when you feel its weight bearing down on your shoulders, on your faith, let me take the yolk to get us further than we ever dared as we set our eyes to the Sky, the Sun, the Sea and the Horizon.
Please, let me touch you, in a way that’s never been done.
And in the end, please, let me be the only one.
