Poem 3

Slip into my arms again,
But you were never here,
While in my dreams I feel your touch,
And smile when you are near.
But I still long for the day,
When I need no sacred charms,
To simply feel your lips touch mine,
And hold you in my arms.
Oh that the day may soon arrive,
I pray to God on high.
Take my hand and understand,
I'll love you till I die!
If only you could feel my touch,
And hear my silent scream.
If only you could see my hands,
Reach beyond the dream...