Making the Call

Rang up the Vatican,
thought I'd submit your name;
it's not every hour
I come in contact with a saint.
I saw something in you
you didn't even see yourself,
a halo surrounding the word yes
spout out to the tone of no.
Can I capture your halo with a smile?
Can I carress something deep from within?
I found a boy who spun in circles,
afraid to submit to the man.
Your innocence is touching
and you've touched me just enough
to wonder what it'd be like
to get the gift of touch.
I gave a bit of laughter
and opened myself up;
I gave what I had to offer,
with your yes I gave myself up.
The day will come when you grow
and someday you will see
we were after all alike;
you were an earlier version of me.