Some say that the blood is life,
I say that the touch is life.
Your touch to mine is soft as the blue sky
Without it, oh how I would die.
I will hold you close to me if I may,
    and there we will stay.
And when your arms about me go,
Then I know that you love me so.
When you are with me,
all I need is to silent be,
and hold you close to me.