I am real,
I am as real as the air you breath.
As real as,
The wind that brushes across your cheek
on a warm day.
As real as
The medley you try to shake from your mind.
Your heart may pretend,
That I never was.
Simply because,
Your arms could not hold me,
And your lips could not taste me.
BUT,
I am real
Because ~
Your Soul remembers
MY TOUCH ……
By
Mary Lee
