When did I last touch you?
Time is playing tricks on me.
I remember when we were young,
I touched you on the knee.
And then,
I couldn't have been more moved
When first our lips met;
I touched you then,
But that was so very long ago.
I remember the light in your hair,
The softness of your eyes,
The invite of your smile,
That said that touch was fine.
But that was so very long ago,
And time plays tricks, you know.
I remember you slipped
Your hand into mine
When a certain song came on;
And ever since, and without reserve,
I'm touched by that song.
But when did I last touch you?
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