It may be only make-believe but real
enough for us until the season's sighs
can drift and melt our dreams' reality.
A time for us to touch. Caressing bliss
with every cat-like purr of vibrant trust.
We move along the patterns of the grid
that maps our place, our home within this world
that lives expands and grows with every smile.

It's only make-believe but still, it makes
us free. Enough to see perfection grown
into emotions tried and tested, proved
to fill our need and you will ever be
with me. Our Spring will come, we'll be once more,
together. All our tears are wiped away, 
just by the act of simple faith in us.
With that, you kiss my lips and we agree.

The kiss is only make-believe, my love,
but never did a kiss feel so complete.
We always reach our arms into the void
that lives around us, giving hope to us
until we join together just we two
creating our own realm of gratitude
for what the Universe has given out
to fill our need. A lover's cyber touch.