Would you? Would you take my hand And press my fingers Inside your warm, strong grasp And let me feel your strength? And let me lean upon your shoulder If I should weep? And would you take my face In your cupped hands And gaze into my heart With understanding and concern For my sorrow? Would you kiss away the tears I shed from loneliness And would you, with your loving hands And body, help me to forget? And would you give me hope, if only faint, That love could still be mine? And would you make love to me all night long As if you really care? And in the harsh light of the morning, After all be said and done, Would you linger, and not hurry from my bed And not be too anxious to be gone? And would you come to me again sometime soon In order to make another memory And would you open up your heart to me And take a chance on love? And is it possible that you even exist? Poetry