To My Lover Not Yet Met

I have heard sweet orchestras
Playing sweet music to rejoice
The purest choirs of perfect sound
But never heard your voice

My fingertips have touched finest silks
And velvets soft textures too
The finest objects in the land
But never once touched you

I have kissed the breaking of the dawn
And twilights magic rise
The crystal shining dew of morn
But never kissed your eyes