For the world that knows you,not me.
For the way you feel,one may not see.
But that what connects you and me is just not ‘we’.
There is something that flows between just you and just me.
I think of you and you pass through me,
the way you caress me, that’s serene.
A moment’s touch,
that is my bliss, and
your presence never amiss.
For all that I care,
it’s you who makes me aware.
For all that you are to me
everything is no less than a dream.
But the distance that meets us apart
that is what it is
that is what it is…