A TOUCH OF LOVE
It feels at once both cool and warm,
The gentle stroke of an angel’s hand,
Caressing a body shivering in the storm,
Then lifting away like wind across the land.
I reach to hold her close,
Yet she dissolves, a fleeting glow,
Like mist on a river at dawn,
And my heart unravels in silent woe.
She comes like a whisper of the breeze,
Then slips away, untamed, unseen,
A warmth that melts and twists with ease,
And leaves my soul suspended in between.
I feel her pulse, soft and bright,
A secret rhythm beneath her skin,
She enfolds me in the hush of night,
And in that embrace, I drown within.
A touch of love, a fleeting flame,
A kiss of heaven upon the earth,
She leaves no trace, yet calls my name —
A spark eternal, a boundless birth.
And though she vanishes with the morning light,
Her fire rises with me, through every night.
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