My spirit yearns in You
Flowing effortlessly
smoothly
Caressing without words
Your lovely unseen FaceNo special sight in view
Just being near to You
In deep rich pure heart hold
Unthreatened love enfold
Distraction breaks the train of touch
Gray worldly stay compels
You wait
No farther than my heart
Then some designed and planted scene
Reminds me of your hand
I turn again in love with You
To share the thought You planned
Warmly gentle touching rich
Like nothing earthly sown
Makes lover passions pale and fade
Such intimacy known
Arm in arm, hand in hand
Never alone again
Though I grow careless tired or cold
You'll always be near Friend
No bitter looks
No pressing words
No disappointed strife
Communion rich implanted Seed
You really are my Life
Col 3:4