Still I Shiver
From The Simple Fact
That You Knew
Just The Right Way
To Touch Me
Whether It Was
Just A Mere Brush
From The Wind
Still I Pant
And Ache
From Lost Touch
Not Hearing Your Voice
Or Having Your Heart
Intertwine With Mine’s
Still I Go In Dazes
Of How Our Love
Came To Be
And How
You Swiftly
Swept Me
Off My Feet
While I Rode
In Your Kite
Of Fairy Tales And Plans
Still I Wish
That Somehow
Love Could Have Been
On Our Side
But Then
I Wouldnt
Have Known
This Actual
Reality
Of A True Love