Our Meeting
Nights that led to mornings, words that embark my ears
Giggles that turn to laughter, the phone tangled in my hair
The day is just a waiting game, so I can hear you, at least
Tell me about your day and secrets, things that sound so sweet
Rest in the calm of my voice, I’ll besiege your chafed body now
Lie on my chest and we’ll get away somehow
Bring your jokes and your humor; we’ll have a long night
Maybe I can hang from your arms when the moment is right
We’ll chat and perhaps, steal a kiss here and there
Place my hand in yours; embrace it like you really do care
I’ll stroke your face, with the back of my palm
You can keep me with your presence, keeping me from harm
And when the night don’t seem long enough
Know that you’ll always have my love
Along with the nights and mornings, your words that touch my ears
Giggles and laughter, and the humor of phone tangled hair
