Her touch, So soft,
The senations make me quiver
Her voice, Song like
Warms my lonely heart
Her scent, Intoxicating
Makes my body yearn for her
Her face, Angelic
As if painted by Michealangelo
These are the things I think of,
Filling my mind with wonderous thoughts
Making me long to be near her,
Wishing I could tell her,
How she makes me feel
Alas, She will never know
As I shall never speak of,
These things that are in my soul.