A touch that's like vines curling around a fence

Clinging on to the thing that gives them home

The warmth of your arm touching against mine

Warming me up during cold mornings on the bus

And when we go inside

I look at your face, and I smile

One morning you touch my shoulder

And I decide to pat your head

I touched your face and held my hand there

Feeling the warmth of your skin directly

Then I touched your hand

I couldn't see your face clearly

But I could tell you were happy

I want to hold you

I can't wait to see you again, my love

So I can look at your adorable face

And hear your voice

Maybe one day, I will hold your hand

Feel your touch and deeply embrace it

I can hold you and call you mine

And it will last longer than 2 seconds