A passing glance,
A tear dropping once,
A heart falling in love,
A head, resting on my shoulder,

A never-ending sensation,
Brought to life by the touch of love,
A love so pure and sweet,
So soft and gentle are these hands,

That fall upon my soul,
And life me up,
Up into the sky above,
Only one love can do this,

The love sent through touch,
The touch of a hand, the touch of kindness,
The touch of words, of happiness,
The touch of forever.

I see her now, peering out her window,
I long to hold her,
I long to touch her,
I long to kiss her,

Her lips, soft and pure,
Like the gentle rainbow created by the setting of the sun,
I long for the sweet sensation,

The sensation of her by me, me by her,
The sensation of love,
The sensation only she can bring me.

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