Your hand in the lamplight on your desk;
It moves, steadily.
Poem after poem is copied and done.
I love you, Love Lee.

With every word you write you press me;
You love pressing me.
Line after line is copied and done.
I love you, Love Lee.

Book after book you have pushed me in;
Oh, so tight we be!
Lips upon lips are closing and won.
Love, keep pushing me!