Closing The Distance

All I can think of is the inch between our fingers.
How far I'd have to go to cross it.
The mile of current between us is
So distracting, discouraging, disappointing.

Then as if you know my plight,
You fix those beautiful eyes on me
And it goes straight to my heart.
With your smile, I'll tackle the Strait of Gibraltar.

You're encouraging me to bridge the gap,
I'm begging you to do it with me.
Like two people meeting halfway on a crosswalk.
Then your fingers brush mine and I'm on fire.

Did you know you hold a sun inside you?
That you fill me with it when I touch you?
We have everything we'd need to set the world on fire.
I just wish I was sure you see it in me too.

I look at you and see it-- in all it's glory.
When you see me, do you take it all in?
Can you sense the passion, purpose and peace within me?
Or does it end at the curve of my face and the shape of my eyes?

When you crossed the city blocks to touch my hand,
Did you feel the distance too,
And decide you would cross it for me-- for us?
Did you care because you needed to feel my touch?

Give me a sign-- shout it to the sky.
I'll give you everything of mine.
We could love like never seen before.
Or I can move away another inch, block, mile-- and feel nothing inside.