Soon

Soon, I promise
Soon, I won't shy away, dear old
Soon, I want to
Soon, whatever you say even now

When you're close and we touch
And you're kissing my brow
I don't mind it too much

And you'll have to admit I'm endearing
I help keep things humming
I'm not domineering
What's one small shortcoming?

And think of how I adore you
Think of how much you love me
If I were perfect for you
Wouldn't you tire of me soon?

All too soon, dear old