Soft hands reach out to a soul that yearns
And yes I want her in return
And yes I want her to be mine
But for some reason, she whines
Whines because part of her still can’t believe
That there’s a possibility that she’s face to face with
The man of her dreams
Face to face with uncharted territory
And unsown seams
I close my eyes and think that someday
She’ll be my true lover
The space between us dwindles
Our hands interlock
And twenty curious fingers start talking to each other
Slowly sailing seven seas
I silently shiver on this ship
A slice of Heaven must be equivalent
To the quiver of her lips
She leans in for a kiss
Happy eyes close and everything fades
Our thoughts create messages we choose to convey
My heart burns with pleasure
From the curves of her hips
And locked lips equips me with tools to reminisce
Her love is so cultured
She was well brought up
Her words rapture my body
And then I’m all caught up
Caught up in the breeze of her love
She’s secure in the squeeze of a hug
Oh no, eyes open, and off comes the mask
To reveal my Queen gently pressed against glass
I need her, but I can’t reach her
And a voice tells me to leave
What’s the logic in being whole
With a missing puzzle piece?
And once again I’m found dancing
And holding hands with time
So close yet so distant
To my mirage Valentine…
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