I kiss him and his lips are mine,
Though he may hold the hands of time.
His left and right go tick, then tock,
My Doctor and his TARDIS clock.
Oh sorrow, in a moment gone,
And nothing in a heart that's won.
For though I keep him company,
He's caged by imortality.
Meek fable, is my time with him,
Just like the others, on a whim.
Adventure; future and the past,
Other worlds, and Daleks, last.
Here we have, and here we leave,
And sum it up on Christmas eve.
I always know this too will end,
I have too well learned to depend,
And trust that only he can save,
Or else I'll melt into my grave.
Eaten, probed, and stolen too.
He saved me, he could save you.
He will return to help the Earth,
(Sometimes I really doubt our worth),
When he does, I won't be living,
Monotony is unforgiving.
For I have seen the stars, you know,
And bits of spark that always glow.
I'll never be the same, what's worse:
He always will, cause that's his curse.
My eyes, my mind, my world, you see,
I know too much to be happy.
I say I'll last, unlike the others,
If I have my selfish druthers,
But I know the reason why,
someday I will make him cry.
He's loved us all, of this I'm sure,
My doctor, and his sonic cure.
His two hearts beat true and full,
With each new gal who feels the pull.
His hearts, like TARDIS, wood and blue,
They're bigger on the inside, too.