To love is to know, And to know is to love , A bond sacred by intimacy, Not birthed by erratic physicality. No touch, no kiss, no hand I could hold, Could warm the emptiness of my heart, so cold. Two hearts torn a broken hello from opposite sides of the world, Our love simply lost, not permanently lorn. Not by your kiss, not by your hold, Will new love emerge from the fettered old. I miss the warmth of your words Their tantalizing embrace Bonding immeasurable next to mere attraction of face.