What words could my lips fathom
For this silent touch in time:
A touch that alters evermore;
A touch of united hands.

O such a touch, can it be
A mere illusion for me?
Or is life's reality
My own fulfilled fantasy?

What songs could my lips render
To sing of this tender touch:
A touch that alters evermore;
A touch of united hearts.

O, do I dream foolishly
Of passion with purity?
Or is truth shown tenderly
In this touch 'tween you and me?