Our eyes meet

Soft as a whisper and quieter than a touch

And a smile plays about your lips

But you never really smile

I wonder if it is all a dream

As you look away, turn away

And doubt strikes a dark chord within me

Then there you are again

And we touch without ever coming near

The gentle brush of souls

Before it's gone

As though you are afraid to come too close

So I dream of you

While you dream of me

And reality keeps us apart.


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