I want to hold Your hand in mine
To kiss your starry eyes
To run my fingers up Your spine
To make Your spirits rise

And yet You are so far away
So far beyond my touch
Be patient, Sweetheart, when I say
I love You, Oh, So Much

Please forgive this poor old man
For all his many slips
He tries to do the best he can
Despite his erring lips

I try so hard to say what’s right
Just what You want to hear
But sometimes, Love, try as I might
Right isn’t even near

I hope some day, to hear You say
“Please tell me that it’s true
That You Love me more each day
Just as I love You!”