I almost fainted, picturing you,

And not your face, your eyes, your lips.

It was your hand, almost in mine.

For I was reaching, you were reaching,

And closer, closer, oh, so close,

And then, I almost fainted!

Oh, it was more than sex or pleasure,

And it was more than piles of treasure;

To touch the one who’s more to me

Than anyone could ever be—

Oh, it will be an act so true,

So deeply dear, to touch, touch you!