Ah, but then do we not hold?
in our palms
in our dreams
but of a soft sweet pear
that might dream itself into exstacy
Ah, but then might I not want?
in my mind
in my soul
but of a dreaming girl
that might roll her self a bit higher
Still then do none love as we?
in our world
in our hearts
Eyes to close to focus
that might close and see all of each other
Ah, but might the truth show?
in my face
in my caress
things too soft to mention
Things to true to taint with words