Large and warm,
Of course I mean his hands.
I wish they would caress my face,
I wish they would hold my own.
I'm jealous of everything he's ever touched,
Everyone he's ever held.
I'm jealous of every girl whose leaned her head against his shoulder,
Every girl whose ever kissed those lips,
Whose ever held his hand,
Every girl he's told he loved her.
I wish he would tell me that he loves me,
Tell me that he cares,
Tell me that he wants me for now and forever.
But I cannot make him do something he doesn't want to do.
And I don't think it's something he can do.
