When you make love to me,
It isn’t me that you see.
You see someone else,
Compared with her, to you I fail.

She isn’t here, she isn’t even real.
Make love with me, my love you’ll feel.
I want to make love with you,
Have you want me too.

My heart breaks with every touch,
Will I ever really be enough?
Will your heart ever be free?
Will you ever give your heart to me?

Janice Jarnagin
Copyright: 2001