I heard you ran today, my love
to be at home a little quicker.
The day was triste - YOU were the sun,
you waited for the screen to flicker.
You sound like me when I can't wait
to be with you, and with each other.
It's reminiscent of a date
with cautious guidance from your mother.
Had I been there to see you run,
I'd come to you in seconds
to pick you up and carry on,
you'd like it much mereckons.
Over the threshold we would go.
You - in my arms, far from the ground.
We'd tell each other 'love you so',
you wouldn't hear another sound.