To have it all...
The hold, the touch,the look that says so much.
The haze in my life that softens my lines,
and adds joy to mine, time after time.
The tones, the moans, the tears,
the smile that laughs away all my fears.
Just merely, that doesn't count at all.
but to me that's it all.
But it adds up to so much more,
and you say there's more in store.
Our memories, that spontaneous touch.
To some it's not all that much,
but to me its everything, that's all!
The walk that makes me see,
feel happy again and free
and makes my life so worthwhile,
and gives me an inner smile.
It is the warmth inside,
I just can't hide.
It's only us loving and feeling,
any more sends me reeling.
Talking all night, breakfast in bed,
coffee in the morning, to clear my head.
That death grip when walking through the mall.
that's what says it all.
Being what I need you to be,
bringing me my cup of tea.
Excited looking down to see your Grand Prix.
Because that love you bring
is far greater than that of any King.
That soft touch, the wink, the smile,
holding hands, a tickle for a while.
To some it's nothing at all
but to me it's everything, that's all.
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