When you talk to me with your words so dear
I feel the breath of your whisper in my ear
I feel your hands on my breast, your lips on mine
And yet, in truth, you're not even here!

I don't really hear you speak words of love
But watch words as they cover a page
But my ears hear, and my lips feel
And my whole body is on a rampage!

With your sweet-talkin' you bring forth in me
Feelings unfelt and songs yet unsung
For I've never responded to anyone thus
No - never, not even when young!

And I love you for it!

Fran Allison, 1998