I keep reaching back for the magic of those first few days br when we found each other. br When we discovered that we both liked mayonnaise on br hamburgers medium well done, br And neither had ever read Wuthering Heights. br When we concurred on the agonies of war and disagreed br about the importance of being earnest. br When your touch was gentle, and your eyes bright. br As you told me about taking over New York City before it br overtook you. br When you ran your fingers softly through my hair, br Asking me if it was all right to mess it up br and needing no answer. br When I made you laugh, br And your laughing made me feel god. br I keep reaching back for that exact moment when you br reached for me br and I came into your arms for our first kiss- br Hesitant, Unsure, Afraid to be too eager, br Very happy to be there.