All yours, all mine
Oh, your long arms
and your hands..
could you know love
what they mean to me?
Try to be James Dean cool
as if any man could ever be
I mean..
there was only ever one.
You need to know how
much you mean
to me and Dean.
Still I could be real
to you,
as just me..
if you choose.
I hope you do,
my dear.
Taken as a sign...
whisper my dreams
cool as a winter breeze
in your ear.
Wrapped in heart beating
understanding it's our time
with both arms
all yours,
all mine.
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