Times Like These

It's times like these.
That's why we're here.
When all that matters,
is that we're near.

Although you're in
the world of sleep,
we're still together,
and closer we creep.

Your head in my lap;
my arms holding you;
words flow from my pen,
but my heart sings too.

The air feels safe.
A warmth prevails.
It's times like these
we just can't fail.

It's times like these
that make it all right.
It's the fun-filled days
and the intimate nights.

It's laughing
when no one else sees what's funny.
It's shopping
when we don't have any money.

It's just being close
with no point or aim.
It's needing,
but wanting just the same.

Nothing is so precious;
as special and dear.
It's times like these.
That's why we're here.

February 18, 1994