One look, one touch, is all it will take.

Two hearts, four hands, no feelings faked.

That’s what makes up love, a sort of spiritual touch,

That’s what I crave, it would rule my day, if someone would just swing my way.

Aldrick sighed as he put down the quill, heart anything but tranquil.

He yearned for such a thing horribly so, it’s like he was writing a song, but was stuck on Do.

‘ If my wife can find it, then so can I ‘ , was his reasoning to keep on and try.

His heart had been undone, yet that was why he still believed in love