Brush your fingers through my hair,

to let me know the feeling's there,

to take the time to lie with me,

and to say you love me, silently.

Silence often says much more,

than all the words we spoke before,

with just a touch, a smile, a sigh,

to lift us to the highest high.

Like a feathered touch from a sparrows wing,

your loving touch makes me soar and sing.

Tender, gentle, soft, and slow,

you have the touch to make me grow.

In more ways than one, in length, in girth,

I'm the universe, blue sky, green earth.

It's a chain reaction from you to me,

a cascading wave in an endless sea.

Run your fingers through my hair,

so I will know that you still care.

Only you can bring me all these things,

like a feathered touch from a sparrow's wings.