It’s the little things that you do.
When you touch my arm to ask “how do you do?”.
Or the way you speak French to me so elegantly.
I like to watch the way your tongue presses against your cheeks.
And you mimic everything that I do.
Give me your time,
I will give you mine.
Let’s take this slowly.
One at a time.
Press my hand into the palm of yours.
Feel the energy I radiate close to your heart.
We have the moons and stars and suns backing us up.
The sky has lined up for us – we should just jump.
Float into the sea of endless love with me.
I can’t stand the thought of being just a fading memory.
Pour what you’ve seen into my floating head.
Paint the scenes of what you’ve seen overseas.
Love me with all the pain you lock away.
I know you’re afraid,
I know I’m afraid.
But I believe in this and us and you.
I have always believed in you.