Symphony

i used to believe
love was composed physically and mentally,
but the symphony is still playing as sweet
a melody as true this day as it was when i first danced with you in my dreams.

my sense of touch lacks your skin in them,
hence your body delivers to my thoughts again.
feeling you beneath my skin,
missing a feeling only when they have felt somewhere they have never been.

for us the past is too far gone,
my heart beats the same love song.
wrong actions long ago breed strong.
we never touched, i couldn't hold on and wait for nothing to happen for long.

i can forget everyone else,
as easily as i can lie to myself.
i try not to think about you but it doesn't help,
i cant forget you and i cant let go and i cant pretend...but ive never touched you and ive never made love to you...yet i miss you and i still love you...