Against My Ear

I hold the phone; I hear you speak; I am not cold; I am not weak. I have no tear; I do not moan; I have you here, Inside the phone. Against my ear The phone I press To snuggle in Your happiness. And when you laugh, And when you sing, I sudden have A quiv'ring wing! Then when you say, "I love you much", The height of day Is mine to touch. All distance shrinks, All space is not; The links of love Are almost hot. Three thousand miles Away you are, But in my hand One burning star.