700 Miles - Orange & Lemons

My eyes have yet to cast a look upon you

In distances that will allow me a touch of your hand

A taste of your precious lips

A moving scent

My other senses are useless

Your voice is enough

Multiplied with hundreds of messages and images

To ensnare me in such a short period of time

I am yours now, as you are mine

700 miles away

In three full moons

All sweetness and light

Our lives have engaged

And when the time comes

My other senses finally find you

My love will then be multiplied

Tenfolds