I have seen my love
and I've never held her to me.
I've never known her warmth, her beauty
nor the depths of her heart
- except the ilusion of images created by men.
No! I need to share an embrace,
my laughter, my pain, my love...
I want to look deep in her eyes (deep into mine)
and sing her a song many have sung before
- not as tender and truthfully as I.
Most of all, I love a love that loves but her.
A love that sings, lives and hurts... And grows each moment.
Unfortunately, I have only seen my love
in the light of thought. Sweet and beautiful thoughts.
When we finally meet,
she will rest on my chest and feel special.
Because she really is special to me.
And I will kiss her on the forehead and say:
"I don't really care how distant we are...
I don't really care how little have we talked...
I love you out of space and out of time.
I love you, I love you, I love you."