On a physical plane,
I can reach out and run my fingers
Through your soft silken tresses,
Grazing your supple baby pink cheeks,
Place a finger onto your rosebud lips,
And the quaint cleft in your cute chin.
However on a mental and spiritual plane,
Our hearts, minds, souls, consciousnesses
Are superimposed on each other perfectly,
Without any overhangs, loose edges,
Rendering us a perfect whole.