Can be real

Touch by touch 
In my walking dreams 
you miss the beauty of this

as she dies in the moment
time ignites in stillness to her pleasures

She felt like this was what she dreamt of loving 
now it was real touching and retouching her heart 
love it was
Love it is and will be
in her waking ...
now she was about to Live again 

he took her in pure white
as imagine love to be
every woman's dream.

did you see did you feel......?