A poem, or more like a song. But that still counts.

A Simple Melody

You know,
The Beatles had it right.
Just a simple touch
On the hand for a night
Is quite alright.

Nothing more and none less,
Holding by moonlight
we can hope for the best
singing with a piano accompany.

With a guitar on my fingers
I won't strive for love.
But I will play till blisters come,
Until its beauty encompasses me.

With Cohen I'll chant the word
Hallelujah, till I have none left.
Cause I will be happier than a bird
In flight.  With yours and mine.

Sing along with me.
And hold my hand.
Before this night ends.