In the whisper of a fleeting breeze,
Lies the memory of your touch,
Soft as the morning’s first light,
A caress that turns moments into eternity.

The world stands still in your presence,
Each touch a bridge to the divine,
Fingers trace the lines of destiny,
Unraveling the threads of time.

In the silence that follows your touch,
Echoes of unspoken words linger,
A symphony of heartbeats merging,
In a dance only souls can understand.

Though distance may stretch between us,
Your touch remains an eternal flame,
Lighting the path through shadows,
In the sanctuary of dreams and love.