I lie in bed and write for you,
A little poem about us two.
You are tall and sweet,
You must know,
That you make me stand on my tip-toes.

Your kisses are gentle and kind,
With passion that builds up quite fine.
Your hands are large,
Your fingers long,
And you sing me sweet love songs.

I feel so silly writing this.
All I want is our next kiss.
You say I tease,
I know you’re right.
But kiss me now and let’s not fight!