A time, a touch, a place,
The look upon your face,
A flood of feelings, everywhere,
And far more love than space.

A happening, an art,
Togetherness, apart:
A flood of what was once so rare,
An aching in my heart.

For life is only love.
It’s all that we dream of;
But life is rarely ever fair,
When push comes down to shove —

A time, a touch, a feel,
Not knowing if it’s real,
Or if we’re even truly there,
And yet, it’s our
Ideal