I've been slipping down in the grass
  counting the steps to your back door
  i've been praying you'd see me pass
  knowing somehow you've seen me before
  i've been sighing more than i should
  spilling my glass there's ice on the floor
  but i've been busy gathering wood
  hoping our fire will burn all the more
  i've been stealing hundreds of bells
  ringing my way along your shore
  and i've been smiling all to myself
  savouring signs of what's in store
  i've been climbing branches and vines
  gathering leaves for long festoons
  and i've been rhyming myriad lines
  full of your face and the gleam of the moon