Three In The Morning

Profile follows profile, each the same..
until your eyes stop me, seeming to see
my soul through the screen.

A fantasy forms and my finger caresses
your face encased in glass
but you will never know that touch.

It's three In The Morning when
my eyes stop you, seeming to see
your soul through the screen.

A fantasy forms and your finger caresses
my face encased in glass
but I will never know that touch.

Could words on a screen ever tell
how soft that caress..?
.
At three in the morning is when
the heart cries.