Please

Can you tell me where to put my heart?
In a fishbowl or in a coffee can, or maybe in
your hand?
Can you help me find a place for all these dreams,
instead of in my head?
Maybe in your car or maybe in my bed,
on the streets and in the restaurant booths.
I need your help to clear my misery,
dust off my hope and throw away my doubts.
How hard would it be too keep my hand warm with yours?
Walking in the snow, noses red, bodies wrapped close together,
love permeating through coats and gloves and scarves.
Could you come home tonight, and give me something
to do?
The clock is only fun to watch for so long, at least by yourself.
I need the motivation you give, the desire to be a better man,
or something of a man, I guess I should rather say.
I need you to smile, even if not for me,
this world is too weak to live without the light of your grin,
or the symphony of your laughter.
Please, I need you, underneath everything, anything, something,
the thing I need is your loving touch, your gracious smile, your
enduring patience, laughter, hugs, kisses, futures, pasts, compassion,
growth, experience, phone calls, tears.
You, in a nut shell, with open arms and a smiling face,
into my arms, together, here, please.