We’re close, my dear, oh, so close;
Your hands are almost in my hands,
Our feet are almost touching toes.
There’s tiny seas and lands,
But we lean over those.
And almost, almost, almost, dear,
I feel your fingers’ reaching tips
As we our heartbeats now can hear
While lips move ever close to lips.
Distance drops in fainting cheer.
Stars off do fly, they fade, they fall;
Our almost kiss shines over all;
And then a burst, as four lips touch–
The sun has never shone so much!
There’s beauty in the clear blue skies
As our high world lives to rise!