Love of my heart

One touch in my heart and one touch of my soul.
One dream and it is of you, my lover of my heart.
Will this dream be?
Will I know of the one touch?
Will I know of the kiss to be?
Many of times I've cried wondering of this thought...you and me.
And always I'm sad, sad in my heart.
My dream so real of you and nothing comes to me in the day.
Night is the only time I see you.
And at that moment I can feel you like you are right here,
in my arms.
Days are long and the time doesn't move and it seems like forever
till I sleep.
And as the night comes you are there, standing with open arms for my
heart.
No one will know of my dreams of you.
And sometimes I do wish not to wake again, for that is the only place
I know of you to be.
But if I die then I'll never know if you lived.
And I would of never found the love of my heart.