Feeling The Connection

I'm feeling
the connection of
things,
like leaves
all whirling together
in the wind.
Oh, darling,
would ya
mind very much
if I gave ya
the position
of being my
superglue?
My rubber cement?
It wouldn't
be too hard
of a job
to fulfill,
just keept
me stuck
together.
You'd win
no awards,
or medals,
or even a
nice, fresh
certificate
of merit
for a
job
well-done,
but you
would get
a hug,
and a simple
kiss on the
mouth.
So, would ya,
darling,
mind very much
if I
nominated you
for the
position?
I promise
it won't be
too hard,
or too easy,
it'll be
just right,
even Goldilocks
would have
to agree,
and you're
the only
one fit
for the job,
fit to be
my superglue,
or my
rubber cement.
So, darling,
would ya
mind very much
if I made
you in charge
of keeping
me together?
Come on,
darling,
keep me in
with the
connection
of things.