To someday walk down the street, hand in hand.
I cannot remember your touch.
It has been such a long time,
But somewhere in my mind is your voice,
Yet I can't remember you ever singing to me.
I long to see your face.
I am positive; you possess a lovely face,
And a beautifully manicured hand.
I wonder if you look like me,
With skin soft to the touch.
I dream of your angelic voice,
Maybe I will hear it in time.








