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