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