Soul's Longing

Don't want a body, just a soul, To dance with, to make me whole. In a world of fleeting touch, Yearning for something real, not as such. Eyes that see beyond the skin, To the depths where love begins. Hands that hold without restraint, Embracing every flaw, every saint. Don't want a body, just a heart, A connection that sets apart. From the shallow, from the fake, A bond that time cannot forsake. In the quiet of the dawn, Hope of something more is drawn. Don't want a body, just a love, To lift me up to heights above.