A Million Times Plus One

I have never stopped loving the tune "A Whiter Shade of Pale." I heard it the first time at age 16 or 17. Here is a little piece I completed recently while listening to the song over and over. So, why not get the song out(dust it off?) and play it as you read this piece aloud. Tell me what happens. If nothing happens, it's okay. Tell me that too. :)

Sometimes I feel
We could have made it
Together, you and I,
But the sacrifices would
Have been too great for
You, too unglorious as well
Your cutting ties severely,
Giving up far too much--
I would have had to give
Up also
Perhaps less than you, but
Something anyway--some one
Or thing of value, but then...
Some things are meant to be,
Some are not
Still, I think about it
At times, cannot fully
Rid it from my mind--
What's left of it, rather
You, that is...rid you...
It was love--a love of
Sorts, anyway, and there
Are many, aren't there?
Yes, many loves...
And the feelings--when
It's real, when it's there--
The truly great and noble
Feelings stem from love--a
Love experience--but you
Know that, do you not?
Just as millions
All those millions who've had
Love experiences--their own--
All over the world--
Some of those experiences
Ending happily, others less so--
Some, maybe tragically--
Like those who've never really
Loved at all--And which is
Worse--having it end badly
Or never having had it? God
Help me to forget you, to go on
To other things--positive
Things like charity, sharing
And caring--and if He
Chooses not to, what then?
The end? MY end? Sometimes
It all seems to be in vain, does
It not? Hold my hand--
Touch me--now--be with me
In spirit since you are so far
Away in miles--you can,
You know, if you want--
Be here, be here with me
Quietly for a while--a
Short while--Let me have
That sweet sensation once again--
Briefly--yes, once more--
Thank you, yes, thanks
A millon times. No, a
Million times plus one. Yeah,
I like that better. Touch,
Touch me, touch me, touch me,
Touch me, touch...