I’m sitting here…
I’m sitting here and you are sitting there, You’re telling me what’s happened since we met, And I am happy for I love to share all aspects of your busy life. And yet –Rebellious fingers yearn to stroke your face, Rebellious mind strays from your argument And dwells instead on thoughts of your embrace And memories of what our kisses meant. I try to concentrate, but cannot find much aptitude for logic when you’re near.
I’m sitting here….Oh, darling, surely you can read my mind? You’re sitting there and I am sitting here Just longing for the moment when you’ll say, With outstretched arms, ‘You’re rather far away.’