I take your hand in mine
in a grasp do our fingers entwine
Your beautiful hair is soft to touch
its no wonder I miss it so much
But yet it is just a wonder
a flitting thought through a cloudy mind
because this is just a fantasy and not reality
I take your hand in mine?
You'd wrench in out soon enough
Your hair is soft to touch?
You'll fling it in my face
What did I do to deserve this?
Ideas do not hope to explain
I am watching over you
but do you even know I'm here?
I doubt it