Not by us

Oh, to be the truest love - A feeling beyond the reach of hands, Spoken only in the language of eyes. When love in its purest form, Reached your soul without ever touching your skin, It feels like a gentle dream.beautiful, Yet aching in it's incompleteness. They could save us, but who will save them? Maybe no-one. They give us truest love, and we give nothing-not from cruelty, But because destiny has already inked, That they will BLEED. Not from our touch, but from the weight of feelings we cannot hold.