Little ones cuddling close, touching in their sleep, Giving love without desire, dreaming dreams of peace, Make me sigh for such a touch of innocent delight, Make me dream of being young, of cuddling in the night. To feel a warmth without concern for what it might all mean, To know that love is something good, untroubled, bright and clean, To touch and hold a hand and know the touch will keep me safe, Or feel an arm against my back or gently near my face, Is worth far more than dazzling skill at making love to me, Is what I crave, and find at times, as slumber comes for me, As I hear you breathing here beside me in the night, And share a touch with one I love in innocent delight.