Your touch is a priceless possession
do not let me tire of it, tell me I've won
don't waste the touch of your skin on a greeting
hold me at night so I know the day is done.
My name from your lips is a sonnet
but utter it not just for mere naming's sake
save all the syllables, wait until morning
speak to me then, so I know I'm awake.
The sound of your laughter is music for dancing
and though you should know of the spell that you cast
don't spend it eagerly, wait till its earnest
laugh with me then so I know it won't last.
There is still a word, gone un-uttered between us
but don't say it yet darling, I'll tell you when.
One day I'll need it like air underwater
save it till then, will you?
save it till then.
do not let me tire of it, tell me I've won
don't waste the touch of your skin on a greeting
hold me at night so I know the day is done.
My name from your lips is a sonnet
but utter it not just for mere naming's sake
save all the syllables, wait until morning
speak to me then, so I know I'm awake.
The sound of your laughter is music for dancing
and though you should know of the spell that you cast
don't spend it eagerly, wait till its earnest
laugh with me then so I know it won't last.
There is still a word, gone un-uttered between us
but don't say it yet darling, I'll tell you when.
One day I'll need it like air underwater
save it till then, will you?
save it till then.
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