A Plea to Hold Hands

Let me be your biggest fan,

Boy with the sun drenched hands.

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Let me be your only audience.

When I heard your drum beat for the first time

I knew how a heart should sound.

Your cymbals crashed

And our eyes met and I wanted to hold your hand.

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Someday you’ll cover my eyes with your hands

Tell me to guess where we are

And you’ll uncover them

And lead me to the world

You’ve found just for me.

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Say you’ll steal my hands

Lace your fingers through each one of mine.

When it’s cold, when it’s warm,

When you’ve missed me, when you’re sorry

Take my hands; press your lips on each one.

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Boy with the inviting, shy, powerful hands,

Let me be your biggest fan.