I wish for his hand
To brush my hair
Softly
Sweetly
Slowly
Strong hands that know
Tenderness

I wish for a true love
The deepest love possible
Where I ask him
What he is thinking of
And he answers
"I'm thinking of you"
Where I can see his eyes
Softening at the sight
Of me

I wish he would see me
All of his walls come down
Instantly
Distractions disappearing
In a crowded room
He only sees me

I wish for him
To chase after me
Not that I would run
That he would be afraid
I would

I wish for his love
His deep
Jealous
Unrelenting
Love

I wish
I could hold him
In the silent nights
When his mind
Is anything but
Silent

I wish
He would look at me
With tormented eyes
And as I touch his face
Softly
Sweetly
Slowly
They would
Soften at the sight
Of me