Your companionship is not the same as all of the others.
Your's are the arms I want to lie in.
Your's are the hands I want to hold.
Your's is the face I want to touch.
Your's are the lips I want to kiss.
But your's, is the slow and lazy kind that is in no rush to get somewhere. The kind that is just content to be there in the moment. The kind of companionship I want. The kind that I have dreamed of.
