Sit Here
Come over and sit next to me
I saved this seat for you
My eyes are pleading quietly
Hoping that you do
I'll keep my hands here on my lap
But if you only knew
How much they want to know your feel
To convert it from a view
Now I might try to orchestrate
An accidental touch
It wouldn't be too obvious
Nor would it be too much
A simple reach across your arm
Made to look unplanned
Or I could stand and help you sit
And offer you my hand
Perhaps "coincidentally"
I'll brush you as I kid
And then apologetically
Say sorry that I did
Or I could sit and just enjoy
The fact that you are near
Moments like those mean so much
I hold them all so dear
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