Maybe You Do

By Elva White

When a dear little hand is right next to your own
With a velvety softness about it,
Do you drop it without even a squeeze?
Maybe you do, but I doubt it.

When a dear little head is right next to your own,
With ringlets & curls about it,
Do you pray for endurance to leave them alone?
Maybe you do, but I doubt it.

When a dear little waist you're permitted to squeeze
With a wonderful roundness about it,
Do you argue the point between right and wrong?
Maybe you do, but I doubt it.

When two little lips are up-raised to your own
With no one to gossip about it
Do you mumble and say its time to go home?
Maybe you do, but I doubt it.



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