many a boy will try to conquer your entire terrain

fret about his time divided, on your entire landscape

with me, this won't all be done in vain

but your hand in mine, sticks to my brain

and flows direct to my heart, like a damn express train

your grasp, that clench, 

the beat of your heart in the palm of my hand

melts me to the core

that simple move alone, 

makes me love you more

~j~