If I dream of soft hands that will take me,
A gentle smile that will take care of me.
A bed, for us together;
Where you hold me,
Even if I am too weak to hold you back.

A room that we share,
Where we whisper about all those little things;
From how you loved the tea you had,
To how you hope tomorrow will be better.

Would that be too much to ask of you?
Would it be too much to want from you?
© EOrchids