I cannot explain to myself
What you have done to me
But I feel -I feel the connection,
Across the land, across the sea.

I wonder, as I wander,
Do you feel the same as me?
Can you feel it too
Across the land and the sea?

No, you are “almost young”
And I am old,
It is the child inside
That has taken hold.

That child longs for affection,
All he wants is to lie next to you,
Watch you smile;
That is all he wants to do.

What have you done,
To induce me to write such things?
What have you done?
Nothing. Everything.