I’ll say your name with a sigh-
And make you feel it,
It will pass though my lips
And touch you as a gentle whisper,
I’ll look into your eyes when I say it-
And then I’ll lay it softly upon your lips.
Let my words of love
Speak to you tonight,
Taste each one that I offer you
When it rolls off my tongue,
Let me feed your hunger,
Until you are filled with my love.
As the night grows silent
And all my words have been spoken,
I’ll watch you as you fall asleep
Taking my love into your dreams,
And the smile on your face will let me know-
That you are feasting on my love again.
I don't know about you, but throughout my life if I came upon a strange woman and she began calling me honey, baby or sweetheart without even knowing my name, it made me feel a bit uncomfortable. If they called me by my name even if they got it wrong, like calling me Mr. Ronald, I didn't feel so bad. Just to cut the formality and call me…
Ron