We try to bridge the miles between us
With Alexander Bellís invention,
And more forms of communication,
But without touch it all feels senseless.
The miles will be crossed one of these days,
Either me to him or him to me.
Whichever way fate turns, we will see
How well our primal bond grows or stays
In our souls without face to face sight.
My love has withstood the test of time,
But how can I know if heíll be mine
When I dream only of him each night?
Miles fly away in a blue streak
When my name is the first word he speaks.