Hands Across The Table
  Hal Kemp
    Hands across the table,
  While the lights are low,
  Tho' you hush your lips,
  Your finger tips
  Tell me all I want to know.
  Hands across the table,
  Meet so tenderly,
  And they say,
  In their little way,
  That you belong to me.
    From: Lynncw@aol.com