Making love

You ask me what I'm feeling...

Now, how do I tell you what's on my mind?
How do I tell you, with so many strangers around?

Strangers, I call them, for they do not know us
They can see what we do
But they don't understand how deep it is

For them, it's just a touch, a physical contact

How would they know that it's the best way to -
Tell you how much I appreciate your presence
How much you love me for being myself, and
How happy we are to have found each other

It's only in solitude that we can surrender completely
And accept each other
With all our similarities and differences
The essence of our character

...That's what making love is all about

And that's how I want to tell you
That I've found my happiness in you