Love is but a touch I forget,
When odds stack and towers fall.
Heart and soul fails the walk ahead,
and dances around the devil's toll.
Effort as I may, so eager.
But delusions are false and lies,
leaving me with empty hunger,
on plates of sigh and dreary flies.
But her light keeps touching my room
of hope and dreams , someday my worth,
will be as bright rather than whom,
the great man of her awesome sort.
Let I have my fantastical
truths of kind be melodical.