it is not iambic pentameter

to hold you in my arms
like lovers always do
exploring all your charms
when i'm lying here with you

i give you my warmth at nights
when the winter makes them cold
you've got me dead to rights
you know all of the secrets that i hold

i take your hand and walk
along the river under the stars
it seems like all night that we talk
about the world and how it will all be ours

but the sun comes up and we must part
I go joyfully I know I have your heart