My eyes are dry like a grain of sand,
My palms are damp from nerves that are weak.
My heart is alive, but it rattles like a broken bulb,
But your entirety is nothing short of my perfection.
Take my hand, even though it’s not steady,
Take my heart, even though is beats loudly.
Take my eyes, please, remember their sight,
And I’ll take yours, and never forget.