I'm not a man to ask for much
A gentle word, a soothing touch
To be near as night draws nigh
To really care and not to lie
To be concerned when I am down
To help me smile instead of frown
To take my hand and comfort me
To be patient when I can't see
To laugh when I laugh and cry when I cry
To understand my tearful eye
A gentle word, a soothing touch
Am I asking all the much?
SLM
Copyright January 09,1999 by Scott L. McCune
Birth sign: Libra
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