I'll step to your opposite,
your left foot along with my right.
I won't squeeze your hand too hard,
and it won't start a fight.
I can't help that I'm right-handed,
and maybe I won't be reprimanded
for recognizing how we're not alike.
I'm glad that you like me for what's inside.
I'll walk with you while holding hands,
and we'll keep equal pace.
I'll try not to run into anything,
when I'm looking at your face.
I can't help that I want to see everything and everything.
If it's part of you, it's something I like.
I'm glad that you like me for what's inside.