Diary Dearest

Diary Dearest

Mean Girls

Bend Down and Touch Me


by Rod McKuen

Bend down and touch me with your eyes.
Make every morning hold a new surprise,
then when I stumble from my sleep
yours is the first face that I’ll see.

And as I amble through the day
be there to guide me all along my way.
If I should falter and fall
your shoulder’s near enough to touch.

Follow me from darkness into light
then we’ll go back again
through every midnight.

Bend down and touch me with your eyes.
Let every evening hold a new surprise.
So when I tumble into sleep
yours is the last face that I’ll see.

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