We can't keep time
With hands too big,
he holds mine.
And with eyes blue where I
would have them brown
He makes me laugh.
And where the story would have us dance here;
we can't keep time.
Not even if we try.
he holds mine.
And with eyes blue where I
would have them brown
He makes me laugh.
And where the story would have us dance here;
we can't keep time.
Not even if we try.
♠ ♠ ♠
this poem is entirely unspectacular but I can't even begin to explain quite how much it means to me.