Out of reach from the caress of your hand on my face

The smallest sentiment from you is my saving grace

With every word that is sent with love inside

The distance between us we have to abide

Wishing we were next to each other to hold close and cuddle

When we finally face each other then it would make me a puddle

To feel your lips on mine

Love no matter the distance will walk the line

Call this fate or destiny

Our love that we have for each other can handle the scrutiny