Touching You

Sunday was a fun day.
I spent with you
in a clover field
under sky so blue.

Just us two
and the lovely sweetness
that filled the air,
came from a daffodil
in my hair
you placed there.

I can feel you.
But, in reality,
you are the theme
in each dream that I dream.

I just make believe I'm touching you.
I just make believe I'm touching you.
Wanting you so,
though you don't even know.
I'm making time touching you only in my mind.

Searching everywhere.
Seeing you.
I only stare.
Words won't even come my way.
So I start each new day just like yesterday.

I just make believe I'm touching you.
I just make believe I'm touching you.
I never will be free from this illusive dream
until you come to me.
So I close my eyes and pretend that you're holding me tight.

I just make believe I'm touching you.
I just make believe I'm touching you.

I just make believe I'm touching you.
I must make believe I'm touching you.