Love without touch that's tender,
A touch you can no longer render,
The feeling of that loving hand,
Like the wisps of fine gentle sand,
Tender touches light as feathers,
Showing what the heart endeavors.
Feeling fingers up and down,
Showing love without a sound,
Oh, that touch you won't allow,
That you refrain from giving now,
Trapped inside you held at bay,
Never seeing the light of day,
Where is that touch that caress,
Day by day offered less and less,
Does it hide in a place apart,
In deep crevices of your heart,
The sadness does not let it free,
Not now never extended to me,
Soft sensations very much missed,
As well as being tenderly kissed,
True to you I will always be,
My heart will never set me free,
Memories will just have to do,
This is the price for loving you.
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