She wants to know how he feels when she runs her fingers through his hair

She wants to know why he closes his eyes when she looks at him

She wants to know what he feels when she caresses his face

 

She wants to know how it feels to be in his arms

She wants to know how it feels like to dance with him

She wants to know how it is like to get drunk with him

She wants to know how it feels to be drunk on him

 

She wants to know how he feels when he walks in the rain

She wants to know how he feels when soaked to skin

She wants to know if the rain would reach his soul

 

She wants to know how it would be to gaze at the stars, sitting next to him

She wants to know how the wind feels after it has touched him

She wants to know how they feel lost in the night

 

She wants to know how it feels to sleep next to him

She wants to know how it feels to wake up next to him

She wants to make him the morning cuppa tea

She wants to cook for him, and be happy within

 

She wants to know a lot of things, and this and that

But in the end if she just knows he is there, somewhere

Not with her, but not too far

That he’s not cold, though not warm

Though not hers, but still there

Just that should last her a lifetime and some more..