A sense of calm sweeps over me,
Yet I know not from where it comes,
But I feel.
It touches, caresses, strokes my mind,
Yet I know not where from it comes
It burns in my mind,
I can’t escape,
It has me,
Yet I know now where from it comes,
But I feel.
It moves my soul,
Stirs like a spell in a witch’s cauldron,
The feeling goes from head to toe,
Teasing, taunting my senses,
Making my heart race, skip,
My breath is taken,
Then returned fresh and new,
Yet I know not where from it comes,
But I feel.
I bask in the glow it leaves in my mind,
Not able to get enough,
I search but must wait,
Excruciatingly, needing to feel,
Yet I know not where from it comes,
Could it be your soul wondering,
Your spirit touching,
A touch so beautiful,
Could it be you that is causing all,
Could it be you I feel,
Could it be you.
