• I see his hand,
    So beautiful, so tan.
    When I see him,
    I feel safe, strong.
    Then he leaves,
    And it's gone.
    That feeling,
    So sweet and comforting,
    It makes me feel like
    I should be his,
    And he should be mine.
    I wait day and night,
    For that feeling,
    To see him again.
    To hear his voice,
    I rejoice.
    To hear his laugh,
    I grow week in the calf.
    I see it,
    Many times. Many places.
    I see him everywhere,
    But in the place I want;
    In...
    ...My heart.