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!