Originally Posted By: Sara
Across the miles
His soul reaches out for mine
His lips kiss my lips,
His hands caress my body.
I feel his warm breath
And I am comforted.

My longing pulls me closer,
My hand reaches out to touch
My imaginary lover.
I am possessed, and alone,
Unsure of my dream.


Are you talking about me???

Husband

And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know