Against My Ear
I hold the phone;
I hear you speak;
I am not cold;
I am not weak.
I have no tear;
I do not moan;
I have you here,
Inside the phone.
Against my ear
The phone I press
To snuggle in
Your happiness.
And when you laugh,
And when you sing,
I sudden have
A quiv'ring wing!
Then when you say,
"I love you much",
The height of day
Is mine to touch.
All distance shrinks,
All space is not;
The links of love
Are almost hot.
Three thousand miles
Away you are,
But in my hand
One burning star.
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