Fingertip Skies

In that office, you saw me walk in,

Did it feel like déjà vu to you?

Should I pour some coffee or give you a clue?

How ’bout a movie to let things begin?

There’s six years between our lives,

But just a meter in between.

Look into the glass, you might realize:

Is it warm in here, or just the scene?

Ice cream on that first night, I’m making a wish,

Will it come true, or vanish like mist?

Still, I’m playing it cool, serious as this.

Your hand resting on my nose, melts all my cloudy skies,

And those faces that you make, leave me utterly surprised.

A connection I can’t believe,

I smile every time you breathe.

Oh yes, I believe, and I give in with ease.

Then a hundred kilometers apart,

Our first night alone, yet together in heart.

I was with you, in every corner of the room,

Both sipping tea, till it filled the gloom.

How many accents can you play?

Your Roman one cracks me up all day.

But the Spanish one just makes me fly,

And God, you dance like the stars align.

A connection I can’t believe,

I smile every time you breathe.

Oh yes, I believe, and I give in with ease.

Your hand resting on my nose, melts all my cloudy skies,

And those faces that you make, leave me utterly surprised.

Weekend wine in fancy glasses (sip, sip),

Texting only with your thumb’s dances (tap, tap).

Clap your hands when you’re feeling jolly (clap, clap),

And your victory fist pumps? So bossy (oh yes, oh yes).

Four hours of work, then ten in the bar playing games,

Praying geography doesn’t show, as another drink flames.

When it’s guess-the-song, I’m losing my aim,

Zero points again, and I’m feeling the shame.

(What? Did you win this time again?)

Your hand resting on my nose, melts all my cloudy skies,

And those faces that you make, leave me utterly surprised.

A connection I can’t believe,

I smile every time you breathe.

Oh yes, I believe, and I give in with ease.

Your little hands play with my mind like a melody,

Remember, I love you less than tomorrow but more than yesterday.