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The touch and feel of you, my love,
Is not yet real for me.
I wonder where you are, my love,
And will you come to be?
Where are you in this world, my love—
Do we see the same sunrise?
Will I know you when I gaze into
The light within your eyes?
Will I sense it in your kiss, my love,
Will I scent it in your hair?
Will your touch and feel to us reveal
An age long past we shared?
Until the time we meet, my love
(Let’s hope one day we do)
My fondest reverie will be
This fantasy of you.