The Time You Held Me Near

Last night it came in segments, A triplet wonder chain. Three stories of our meeting And talking once again. The first, involved a lesson That you might give to me. On how to play it better; A tennis match, you see. The second, was of pulling A thorn out of your arm. You didn't scream or holler, Consistent with your charm. The third, more complicated. A story of a loss. You came to me for comfort, A tale I might emboss. It seemed the home you cherished Was all but falling down. You said you had to leave it, And might move out of town. I put my arm around you. It seemed to be so real. I know how losing something Is hurt you can't conceal. We walked together slowly, And closely hand in hand. For holding you so gently; Is love, you understand. We talked in gentle whispers So close the words were clear. I can't recall I ever Had held you oh so near. You seemed to want to be there. You didn't pull away. It struck me, you responding And wanting me this way. Twas then I knew the answer, The source of every tear. The pain that comes from knowing You never held me near. But this was what I live for, A pleasant dream of you. It doesn't happen often, So this is what I'll do. I'll take my pen and write it, So it won't disappear. This dream I dearly cherish, The Time You Held Me Near.