Hello

Hello my dear, 
Won't you tell me your name?
Won't you tell me your story?

I'm here to listen,
Listen to how your day was;
Listen to how you slept at night; 
Listen to what you dreamed, and 
Tales from when you were five.

I'm here to listen, 
To what you think about the book you just read, or 
How you like your coffee, with cream or with extra caffeine;
I'm here to learn and understand, what made you, who you are today,
What your beliefs are, and whether you believe in God. 
I'm here, to hear you rant about the traffic, and how bad the heat was, 
Or even how bad your haircut was.
Just tell me all.

I'm here to listen to you, 
I'm here, for these stories, bind us;
These stories will bring me closer to you; 
These stories will reveal you, will make me a part of you, and your life. 
These stories will show me you, and bring about a we.

I'm here, and time will be our friend.
Now, come on, 
Tell me how your name sweet love, 
Tell me how your day was.
I'm waiting for your stories, 
To fill our years.