It isn't untamed longing that cries for passion touch .
It's not biuld upon quicksand of apair of lips and arms,
For only false foundations, are raised on physical arm
I wish I could tell you about this thing I feel ,
It's intangible like gossamer , but like a hoop of steel
It bind me very close to you and open up the door
To more real deep contentment than I've ever known before
You see your music reaches beyond words dare pass ,
It's like a soul communion or a sacred holy mass .
It's something indefinable like sea and the sky sod
It might just be enchantment , but I like to think it's God .
