She takes gentle steps

she has a gentle smile

she gently tries to assure me

that I’m somehow worthwhile

She has quiet laughter

and I’m a quiet bastard

she gently tries to assure me

that I don’t have to run faster

to keep her by my side

but I feel I have to be the greatest me

that I can possibly find a way to be

if I have any chance at all

of keeping her face the first I see

In the morning light

She doesn’t think so

but I’m a quiet bastard

but that gentle smile, gentle touch, gentle love

is all I need to last

through this life