What I want is small yet so big, as I want to hold someone close
Nothing massive, nothing huge, nothing epic, just holding a hand,
Warmly together, fingers entangled, her palm to mine,
A sholder to sholder, goosebumps brushing, it would be grand.
Someone who, when sad, would flee in my grasp
And I would be able to calm, to sooth
It's a dream, a fantasy, a castle in the air
But that won't stop me to hope it'll become the truth.