Please, hold my hand,
Distract my weary, hazel eyes,
From the tick tock of the clock,
Excelerate my fleeting heart rate,
With your crooked smile,
Fill my head with lyrics,
To the melody of this moment,
And my stomach with butterflies,
Trapped and longing,
Fluttering their fragile wings,
Whenever you honour me,
With the utterance of a single fragment,
Of a syllable,
Like a lullaby, trangqulizing my busy mind,
With sweet, spoken thoughts