His hand invites me to draw near. It rests gently on the bench, curled slightly, waiting.

Yeah, you’ve got that something,
I think you’ll understand.
When I’ll feel that something
I wanna hold your hand

I shiver slightly, but a strong urge possesses me and I slowly, casually, place my hand mere centimeters from his.

Oh please, say to me
You’ll let me be your man

I nudge his fingers hesitantly. He nudges back. We play finger tag.

Then, it happens. His warm, soft hand closes on top of mine. And our fingers intertwine, hand in hand…heart in heart.

And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It’s such a feeling that my love
I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide.