Come home and tell me about your day,
do it in your own unique way.
Tell me about the funny thought you had in the morning,
or a scary thought that inside you caused a storming.
Tell me about that friend who was acting like a yerk,
or how did that stain from launch got to your shirt.
Describe me your scent,
or discuss what your morning thoughts meant.
Tell me how the water drops touch your face,
or describe the feel of your embrace,
because that all takes me to another place.
Tell me about the things that make you care,
because those moments we will share.
I wish that I could see the world through your eye,
how much clearer would seem the sky.
Tell me about the things that make you kind,
or let me ease your mind.
Sometimes I couldn’t wish for more,
than to see you at my door.
When you get home late and I’m already asleep,
come and whisper to my ear that you just had a beer,
but right now you are near,
so I wouldn’t feel fear,
and say that my heart you always keep.
I don’t wish for much,
because nothing will ever feel like your touch.
Tell me all about the simply things,
which gave you wings.
Tell me it all so a thing I wouldn’t miss,
tell it all through a kiss.