I see your face, but I haven't
I hear your voice, but I haven't
I feel the gentle softness of your face, yet I have never sensed the warmth of your blood.
Only the subtle color of your text, that has enchanted my conscience.

And because my imagination run wild,
the fantasy of you dances within it's colors
Fluent and graceful as the thrust of a playful dolphin,
submerged beneath the great ocean the separate us.

So stay in my mind until we greet again
Where I look forward too the words that have ensared my being
Because I miss when she is gone