True
love, touch
Soft as a rose, did they touch
Life’s electric current bouncing back-and-forth
Was it a dream? I cannot tell, but I remember the smell.
Souls dancing by fingertip How the hand long for a full embrace Was it real or imagination I can’t tell
Since that time fingertips numb no warmth, no spark, as if the
sun refuses to shine on them
When will they dance their dance again and this time can be forever. It was
soft like a feather falling on a rose remember