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I feel at this moment that holding your hand
was just a dream
I may never get the chance
but I've though of it many times
in the mist of love and romance
never would anything feel so special to me
than to feel your touch against my own
because so long have I been lost inside alone
and imagined how love might taste
it if wsa truly shared and not laid to waste
No touch more dear would I ever feel
nothing more serene and real
nothing would more warm my weary soul
than to have you near to caress and hold
an imagined love that could never be sold
and if a tear I saw you cry
I would genlty wipe it from your eye
and then brush your hand against my own
to reassure you we were neither ever again alone
and then I would kiss the tear's trace
and it's reflected sadness erase
from your beautiful face
Darling you are still the dream in my heart
and though I try to turn away, I cannot part
the pull to you has felt so strong from the start
that I feel the longing for your love pulling me apart
and so if I shy sometimes away
It doesn't mean I don't wish to stay
Its just my own fears at play
and my heartstrings which are weakened and fray
injured by the false loves that called but didn't stay
and taught me to fret in lonliness this way
Lonliness inside is all I've ever known
and a heart that has learned only to roam
longs for nothing more than a true home
I hope we will have the chance, someway I do pray
to feel free, and in love, our hearts together in work or play
I hope there is soon such a day
that we kiss each others heartache forever away
and that with each other we everafter stay

©  James T. Adair

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