I’d hold your hand and talk with you all night
And stare into the heart that’s on your face
On bed, on floor, so we’d be the same height
Just lying there and soaking up our space
We’d laugh and cry together at our lot
And notice all the differences were nowt
As miles and metres mattered not a jot
For now you’re here, and I can’t do without.
I’d stroke your hair and whisper to your skin
And tell you just how much you mean to me
As lips became new ears to take words in,
Our eyes would teach each other how to see.
Our poetry’d be easy to recite:
You’d hold my hand and talk with me all night.