I will cling closely to your breast;
on which my wearied head will rest.
I will lie gently on your thighs,
from whence I\'ll fly to distant skies.
I\'ll seek refuge in your warm arms,
it always my thunderous head calms.
I will to your heart find entrance,
the moment I\'m given a chance.
I will in your smiles take delight,
when from looming trials I take flight.
I will from your voice get comfort,
in times of utmost discomfort.
I will at your heart\'s doorway wait,
even if your consent comes late.