your touch
Your touch
Your touch it warms the cold soul within me.
Your smile
Your smile enhances every days waking.
Your laugh
Your laugh the humour that happys my day.
So with all this you mean to me,
why can’t you be with me, here, today.
your touch
sherry122 commented on your touch
05-31-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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