When I touch myself...
Is that you
Caressing my cheek?
Is that you
Cupping my neck?
Is that you
Gently holding my hand?
What is this quickening
That I feel surrounding me?
Is it you?
My overactive imagination?
Or am I finally
Losing my mind?
I don't know what
To think.
Dare I hope
All these things mean
That you do exist
Somewhere near
Or far away?
Is it really you
After all?
Edward Rutherford is prepared to do just about anything to escape an arranged marriage to a woman he despises. But his brilliant plan to feign insanity has some rather unwanted consequences...
Ron