These feelings I continue to have
Every hour of every day
haunt my dreams that are no longer
beautiful thoughts of things grand
and I have to wonder
Why my body won't stop aching
for a touch, a feel of your hand,
your mouth, your being
Please know that I don't have to love
that love is lost in those dreams that faded
into the clouds of yesterday
And whilst yesteday I knew that love
was the only way,
I see today that love is a play on words
a play on your mind, a play on your body
a play that had its final scene long, long ago.