Looking for my forever girl. Here is a poem for you. Can you remember a time when fingertips touched your face and the message that they traced was: "How very precious you are to me"? When you think of a love that is all you could wish for More than you expected and all that you deserve; When you wake in the morning and lie warm in your bed in the luxury of your body's memory in that closeness and comfort in that place of dreams where memory and fantasy and hopes combine. In those first thoughts you may find me there. For I have entered with these words seeking sublime connection to know you, and be known. Can you remember a time when fingertips touched your face?